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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: u, B! |" g4 {6 U: f) j( r4 p/ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Y% Q2 e$ g- z7 D9 X0 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- S3 L% {2 L9 |6 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 j% e) \# Z% |' b5 @1 M: C9 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ u% z0 v- I! t3 k! c6 M' \
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 G1 b' \7 U$ @+ C& HHow you tried to set them free, ; H& A" n1 D: _. R: Z2 n- t! r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; e: w5 O* V- k1 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) |& ]( n9 V* ~# l! ]0 P# B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- Q; T3 u# b' b1 A7 e, C4 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Q% J2 H- n7 G4 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B, _5 x: _- k' u6 [7 V
C4 f$ a) P! W* @0 \* p- C: H2 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * C3 ~( y. t7 ~8 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Y [; \. l. L; `You took your life as lovers ofter do, , x4 r. V: u m# P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 h' P+ T2 f% n$ B2 V0 U! n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 I4 b' A% q( y( B# q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Q, k& r, j6 B: u ?& ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - x2 t) H! H* N. r) p: ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + _" S6 _% ^& \) g3 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 u2 l% O' B+ D* N+ C$ N% L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - i+ `, B3 M# ?4 p' d3 j' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
{/ b) x: R$ W; sHow you tried to set them free, ! z# e* z0 x- D0 R* W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* S9 e; z4 J vPerhaps they never will. |
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