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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ u! e7 l0 @' P9 a$ `5 N2 X7 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: X F: W: G% b3 q6 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% ]1 c- z% G9 p. W! N/ y9 h9 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 {) e* G6 g% p& ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 y& _/ e0 H, ^# N" ?; q3 bHow you suffered for you sanity, ! |3 d0 v+ p8 J
How you tried to set them free,
8 h+ G Z ^: F' n5 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( w4 C6 F& K9 U" D5 O+ [+ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' p) ^2 h5 A2 U/ s+ V, ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 O2 V4 A/ k g# r0 }! ] g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! @. g9 c( A$ a' M3 j9 { U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 i+ ?. l' M) s4 n: G9 f) H, HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, X- j' P/ D5 c& NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g7 Z# G* r2 p! }6 A7 {, O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ]2 M! @/ S: M9 a& H1 Y2 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, : c3 H8 M" x r& j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 H' Y% Y7 j% f/ E3 x$ n, u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , `) d* ?& N0 f5 ?) q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! F6 B2 @ `% j. ]0 l' r& y( @( s6 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 d5 S' b8 g2 B$ W# d3 Z: h
2 e. J: }0 {2 R1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 r2 r4 D7 w$ }! d
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ F+ b. d" _( Z9 P6 L* iHow you tried to set them free, * k) O) |2 ?: w
They would not listen they're not listening still, + a% U4 x0 Y7 c0 ~( m% x# }) A+ C2 t% u
Perhaps they never will. |
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