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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 I5 M; i4 | B* [: B M B$ L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 K2 B' U8 W1 E3 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ T, C% ~; @! ?5 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 ]0 p- s' e# u0 } N' S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ^% i1 o2 E" ^, ]# G+ y SHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 V) g( C# V- z3 j5 {# D: E3 F3 qHow you tried to set them free,
" ^0 K, n0 w& s3 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / h0 a/ n$ o$ r6 R9 ]& p+ b w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Z4 H: G0 R8 @) f }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " n3 v6 @+ G+ V, U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. |0 I: e' ]$ L0 w! l5 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " f, I" G; Y! V1 w i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 k- n1 l1 X3 _4 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ w- ~' z* ~& V2 h' X1 s* r% \! ~3 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 A. |6 c1 r& l) c2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 O7 _8 k4 T9 r0 F& y5 D OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . [! y5 M+ A ?" s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + S$ _; k6 ?4 E- I" b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Y4 N W: @1 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 A- _7 v D; U$ N, JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 E4 `' g" e' g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 s2 \4 _: ^6 Y& y& k& @2 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
" @2 Q' |& [! e& s- {$ x( e, nHow you tried to set them free, % [+ [( X* f$ n0 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 g$ g0 f, }$ r) C% s3 H d6 K8 n6 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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