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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + a5 ]& m- J- B2 o9 P+ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ a. a0 X2 T6 r. O o g5 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, n; l5 Z4 B0 b- }+ d3 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
J) F: j' Y% T6 I% z: A. ?& \, ^ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ~ ~* P$ c3 h1 R5 \' ~. `How you suffered for you sanity, , a6 M7 M' z ?9 n! \% g
How you tried to set them free,
2 c" V' ^: w6 E4 b. fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) g% `5 ~! c0 Z. U+ p, RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 x4 ] b' Z2 \& g6 x& K3 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ _9 _ C$ p9 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 ^" o. f) y, M3 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( E) b5 D+ M4 [$ vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
i- f0 O W$ {2 h. ?6 }- QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , U q5 z' j+ V9 k7 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! X/ E. q0 A* H% l+ t% M F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 j0 T) t6 d) f/ q. @# p0 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * {" N( B% h: j5 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # P& @0 j* x# v6 C) y, Z! F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 H# j/ m5 z, J4 C8 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, @& U& Q4 U" j4 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # R. E/ [. J# [% R
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 c; J6 Q1 e' L* \2 gHow you tried to set them free,
2 x5 S# v* _ Z/ R& v( ~+ K3 H- aThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' {2 u# W2 S* H1 Q9 R. ^: t# x
Perhaps they never will. |
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