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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % `% A, L: ^) ^+ E/ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' _5 B6 {2 \) k% z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 V' K: H; |) z/ y+ ^/ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 p5 T+ i3 u. R6 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ n' a* t' J& Q. A2 n. C5 @$ U+ J0 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 C. c( F2 y& s5 [( kHow you tried to set them free, # [! Q8 N, @# N% O$ Q1 n9 V% G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 Q' {1 S) Q3 C$ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ v7 u1 q& G' G3 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ [# y9 H4 `1 m, `$ {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " c9 ^5 u9 x/ x# d# o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! V A6 s1 ^! Q5 n5 t5 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % `# s$ }% j# h9 a& O4 f; Z8 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, o$ G" \# A! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 n' S% |4 U* b( ^/ o/ i Y$ |/ kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' |+ z( @- e2 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! W9 g: ^' A! ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 X% K q5 i4 S' ?' @; M$ R1 h, S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 m- |) ^' L, D4 ]* @$ [3 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( f8 K2 `" l( C% [0 z5 @4 M% xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , |# C# m' X+ m
) U7 u1 ^+ @. E- O0 c& X: O4 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , n7 R) E8 ?% h! x
How you suffered for you sanity,$ |4 I6 {4 J3 {% [* A3 _4 \
How you tried to set them free,
/ _( O# O' D9 U2 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: P: T3 t) E, U1 e+ PPerhaps they never will. |
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