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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 P4 N% d: L( F3 [& ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, u* p% U" C" }2 [/ l7 V) ?+ N t ?0 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* t8 o' U9 I; P& [3 A; u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - M* \+ F# h, f7 G" W$ }8 f2 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. F e. M) X$ w, v6 k0 lHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 j* D7 l. Q6 T Y5 W( F" p1 F' T
How you tried to set them free,
) E4 i$ f# K6 Y# z% G! P6 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . u3 ]2 k" M- O( J- B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Q n/ o/ o7 f1 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ~) @4 W& y# \. R/ M" WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 {# N; G( Q: x$ v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 T; w6 B# A0 ]3 i2 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 k2 ~3 S' O4 M$ b$ Y: k% |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 @6 z7 P; t0 X; f" sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' l5 l3 b0 d9 k( [
But I could have told you, Vincent, * P' z& J1 T- S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' v" b6 i+ q8 n3 h% Q* U0 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 \ B0 D9 w0 f% I! f; s# VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) w% r0 q1 ~* M* W) G. i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u: H" V/ }# l3 m
0 k( @! Y: ?$ s5 `- iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; b) G. T- a, m% y9 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
: t' l. @2 E) [" R; jHow you tried to set them free, + u7 B4 D5 x, w2 d5 z* B. x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" p! H. w: |5 c2 i9 D6 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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