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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 n2 o7 O9 o8 A. I' o% MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 G! h9 f. `! w: r' G j( n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 ?& T# m1 @" w q2 T* VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 [& o) h2 C6 E3 T8 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. h8 L' ]! w n; T V dHow you suffered for you sanity, & [% S( c, v, A- @
How you tried to set them free, ( [ H. _1 z% \0 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * [" k2 d& ?" G, o1 f; t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 [2 a4 E# I5 r: W% G. G. D. L5 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" y( N0 ^" d3 W7 X Q N. x, rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # \7 ~; X: ~0 ]/ X# C1 T9 Q. ^4 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) O" E# p& Y: H. V3 b. C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : F! B( b) d/ U) B u2 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 S" ?. w1 C; k* a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & P( N/ [, {1 m: s" l2 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, + R& M1 K; s4 i1 s ~" |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 h3 e; Z, Q% c5 [3 j6 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' B% V. [9 q+ c- S2 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. }6 l: T/ |8 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z9 B0 I: U: J9 Y% @ K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 O) H' G8 K( A' L# ]$ g/ vHow you suffered for you sanity,. c! ?5 t- @6 \% W1 v& E% `
How you tried to set them free,
$ \- K& A+ M5 B* G2 dThey would not listen they're not listening still, % M% \, [0 @+ J! t; g
Perhaps they never will. |
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