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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ i$ l+ c7 b4 y. V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 V3 O. Q9 W+ f# [ V# w jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 A r. h7 H; p, Q! n; d, oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 {2 W: r, ]$ Y# h4 K! ~/ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 |; z$ w. ]& o* K. T1 \How you suffered for you sanity, j2 t8 X6 t# ]- d' C# Z: M" A
How you tried to set them free, " ?9 F+ {" ?5 A! ?$ B/ p% W5 X0 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 p3 S9 S) H0 j8 i$ x! b0 g5 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# r% Q) a8 s4 I4 G4 L, xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( @% ^0 ?" X% w1 t" X5 x9 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- k* P$ X( F2 S0 i0 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) b; b4 a/ _- H+ u& I; c1 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 S9 p: d# H: O# x! I& }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , y. c) G6 G0 K7 ^' X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 [- D$ u, l9 c# U: HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' q9 [. A& @2 h/ P# t- ~! ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : h3 `1 p" g# i" a' P6 d. n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ?+ d- l' W3 S9 j0 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 W8 h& F" j) K$ L2 E% u x' MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) l0 Z) j! f2 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" m% B0 L" i2 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; h% o( ~* v6 d& R/ ]. Q1 `How you suffered for you sanity,
6 N, m. d- B: K: vHow you tried to set them free,
) d: d: Q9 @4 v2 T$ g+ eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% s8 f9 s/ q" p' y6 a" a/ G) l: {9 F8 IPerhaps they never will. |
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