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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ u" }0 z& R- o1 Y! YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + g$ L2 v* M- Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, o5 o5 e' \8 ]7 A# a3 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 f5 v7 J, g$ ~, M; h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ^ M4 o9 o# fHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l# O# B! g( P4 J5 WHow you tried to set them free, ) z2 }+ T3 }/ M# n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) | X5 q; k9 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Z3 r9 V( L3 z+ G. m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Z6 E* @: L, V; A5 C1 D8 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # E: u& S$ t( R2 t5 [
Weathered 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, # j4 U0 D. e: }9 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * F2 c$ c" z5 [, \% b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 \5 c( g' Y. a+ l2 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ]' M2 R/ k* O$ }' i$ `6 A# kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / `! u& z. ~, g7 K& N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" F+ y& A9 }& g& T$ X! }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , |6 A9 L7 ^1 ]1 t; i, U' v3 L6 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' W$ t' m5 t. v f3 q
* y y: T6 W; {( G" aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 H, D; T4 U& x7 i; t, E |How you suffered for you sanity,. t' V) M3 `9 ?# D
How you tried to set them free, 6 `7 z1 Y: b! x: ]! q( D" X w
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' `; {6 R; x0 Z; n. g- \+ f- v
Perhaps they never will. |
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