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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 E" b" b& a3 [$ c! YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 L( E1 q _, L8 a; T9 p0 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& R8 P g' A7 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 d, i. U3 K8 C4 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 P+ Q9 {3 U; A4 NHow you suffered for you sanity, ) d4 R3 Y% @) P; j7 e5 M* U6 I
How you tried to set them free,
" r+ F# _$ H6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 { H4 q1 a' \& Y8 D3 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- T) v3 U- C# P c" USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' B1 n S- U* K8 o2 I1 V/ Z+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ~8 u2 n7 l9 o( o5 Q# o) X, M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 f9 p% x0 ]* m; W5 X& v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 D3 t8 x; ]6 q* k' JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 _. [5 G3 m# F9 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - ~5 F! _' J* b) F3 l$ w) ~- t9 J
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) N" }0 T; D- C; D4 R1 f) f o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 w: b k* R6 Q0 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( _4 ^, k+ W* ]& F& o, ?; WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ p& y3 v: u4 _& OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # v. M) s) `4 o) A$ Z2 A& }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 e0 v. c; L4 r. n+ D
G. C2 x7 j) s6 G! B0 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 e1 Y7 ]2 n/ k4 [& C6 [' L# W, |3 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 F" z+ `% t1 e ~" N+ k( l* @How you tried to set them free, ' G, F$ O. m+ H r# l' d7 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' K( W1 p. T7 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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