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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ b% p9 Z9 _) V# F: B2 j/ h2 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * h; z' A( g8 o8 n6 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ d' R# X7 S X* F$ O) J4 }1 S% [6 j; Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% [. n, e; y* W( m4 E0 h# z2 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 X B$ ]+ B1 n& P4 g8 n/ ?How you suffered for you sanity, / k5 h4 J7 l0 e" m( D0 F- V
How you tried to set them free,
* P- @8 Y, N8 y: e# S3 z3 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
a5 a0 K1 _) T+ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 N. t& L5 u7 G% U n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: n' {! _& D; I8 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 i( q, F& N1 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) ^; Z+ q& n% N" W/ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( U0 f3 L6 O% i' y+ u! E! ]. {9 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; U4 ?6 u6 z5 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) a7 R9 |) g1 a( WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : t/ g9 k3 s& D6 Q0 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ]! F' z; Y8 {& A3 u% |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; y5 l3 J5 q. e& T+ ]$ Y& h5 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: X% S. V0 K; e: O+ g% m) \5 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " e5 t3 R2 Y( f( o* d% Q
/ e( I" q+ f* b9 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / q( s9 O$ F# o J1 `/ q* F
How you suffered for you sanity,! Z+ \( b Z' b) [1 |( ]( D
How you tried to set them free, ) q% @ Q; ]1 M& U: N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 \& y; E3 O/ R0 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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