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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 X" }) r- P5 D1 l) z. XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& a* [* ~4 i" N4 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; Q* _2 r% Q S7 H% ^* F2 G% m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 E/ o8 O4 B! z% {9 |, nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 A4 H7 X5 A3 g: i! FHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ y5 ]. | O% B6 g- f8 l, \* |$ bHow you tried to set them free, / k$ H X4 u/ R( H2 G, |" M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 Y _' Z7 \) X" v5 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. h' E3 _6 T t3 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 t* u6 W9 L s; r h6 t. h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' l5 u( }3 ^% |$ y ]; @+ b! bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & k' x0 r3 y- r- B. @8 ~) k3 K; i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 T+ b6 A" D3 x( A8 z0 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 F, e8 X! O _& w/ a2 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 n; ], f o, h CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! `; @2 p8 k3 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 o3 @5 |! X0 m' w* f7 j
# F5 V: o& y% O! MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 W" C7 u& ~3 h7 k* {; J! iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + a2 u7 j9 [7 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 v2 r( {: x+ ^+ M8 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 R! c( ]# k4 O2 s: ] ?6 J+ ]$ Y3 S- DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ @( a z3 T9 N$ f8 @+ u, @! v' FHow you suffered for you sanity,8 o2 D3 a c& y
How you tried to set them free,
9 j' ?$ O' s) G- ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 [9 I0 m F$ z, uPerhaps they never will. |
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