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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 \6 [* u3 E6 i3 z% v) T8 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 W( _- X3 d! m" S0 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 l: y1 M7 U+ v% s9 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ~* C" F3 S3 b3 G6 f: KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* f: Q$ F% D) ?# b3 M4 k/ c1 G6 eHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ] n6 G" w* G( w* s; ]
How you tried to set them free, , h# I3 Z) G+ h% l7 z+ O% ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 A( y1 m" u* U& k" v! sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * T3 Q1 D' O+ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 L, h. d9 R; D% C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 n3 y: r7 Z! U L- ~! _% l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % _% k& Y; f8 W$ F/ P
6 J$ w1 R8 \6 n% E" [, eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) X" o+ t2 T1 N9 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; f- u+ ^; s, C/ R. OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( v- ?. u) ^" X/ oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 z! e4 B' H1 W9 H$ l3 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 h$ `; V& c+ q2 {3 F) [+ m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 |3 F% X/ ?3 t& j' y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ]5 P: U, A& V! g2 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * j }& `" j: V# d+ n. S. ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % O( o6 e7 \. \/ Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & _. B; b6 u* l$ X8 B" h6 l! c2 V' N
How you suffered for you sanity,
' C0 W, N2 [. Z& O2 ~How you tried to set them free,
" b2 }* ]2 v9 Q6 s- f( F! fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 N: u2 n3 L: Y5 H" |
Perhaps they never will. |
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