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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 F) t) n' W, B( i- ~- D$ g8 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% |# g" I% K7 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ z- u1 N2 N* w5 s% l' R9 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ^7 m: J6 S0 ?/ r- \6 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! }9 d: {, S+ G5 p2 \, x! R& A- l
How you suffered for you sanity,
* q+ {" h4 w7 u& S# G. w! X( G2 pHow you tried to set them free,
/ u" {2 X8 l2 l5 q) y+ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - `$ d0 D. E1 c6 R" k3 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % C k# W5 b6 s) I" p; N2 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 z1 ~& w" {- [) b3 I) P, k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 e1 r" s6 z3 t7 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; v- |, r* a% |& V2 z7 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 O1 L, w) L4 |* PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 D$ C4 ~7 @% z/ [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 X+ P: z) z* K7 N1 L$ fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 C% k8 F( ]0 Y" K0 x" S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 I4 `; v! N. T2 _+ W6 S6 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& D0 U# T* |8 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! n0 z/ g j5 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , O0 P( Z, R4 q3 I
; F$ S! }: |" X# yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% X7 E3 X0 I4 F$ q8 }How you suffered for you sanity,
3 v u1 j0 e JHow you tried to set them free, 6 U" I& V T) m: Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, / T7 t3 A {/ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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