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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( f$ C- ?' ]8 A2 h5 |( U* J' G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 A* x1 V( K8 i( b5 L# f/ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: h9 I0 h& N5 J* @" Z: b9 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v7 m2 v) e$ E' L- b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Y0 ~, d o' c& a9 a- F7 ?/ D, Z8 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 z; n& W) z2 n8 xHow you tried to set them free,
( t5 s- B2 G# K7 V6 ~' HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) `7 b4 U( Q" S% i! V JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* T8 z7 `$ \) Y" s: Q; X4 ]$ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 x7 ]7 N" V2 d! O% X2 A9 c$ t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, j4 z2 G5 p% w1 Z. p$ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) P( c. Q7 ^# a2 l3 @$ w$ J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ U- T1 A) E( k& I I3 z5 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 a8 ~/ F4 ?2 y/ M8 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 H1 G! ?9 l6 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 }: u+ g+ q! v7 M9 k/ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. V4 U8 H* I- i% u. L) O4 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ^( r- H+ h9 F& FThe 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,
# T* h ]! x* S1 T0 s/ CHow you suffered for you sanity,
( J4 [* Y8 z5 b! f" {How you tried to set them free,
% n# \+ U8 ]3 d/ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ C8 R4 E! c. N0 ePerhaps they never will. |
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