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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 j+ d* {$ b$ C5 _' A5 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 I, `7 g# i6 O& ^" g" ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! @4 C2 K4 \* t% Q6 |) ]2 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ r. {7 v" j- g( a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 E3 B! z1 D8 F; g/ C
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 q o/ g% m* Q" O, f; X% s
How you tried to set them free, " v$ R* K' w* a# ~5 O& o+ w+ D% d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # c: {2 s0 [, x7 e/ ?0 o& l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # c+ a; H; U" V7 K& ], l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 `; f; ~7 F/ F3 f6 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( j1 u; N6 S3 @( p% J3 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 t1 T8 j6 M7 w/ L! J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 T# @$ i6 U9 ?. |$ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 o4 n. ^1 b$ c0 G1 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* X( K4 w; y* U" m- l* T4 F4 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. H! T8 g6 `! s: ]7 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Z3 @: ?& z, N1 j! d+ s# B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( I, [0 ]& f. S& S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 o9 k X, H* ~+ @/ s- FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( V9 T0 r7 H, [( L1 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" z F7 L' F5 H. r; K! _+ `) bHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 X C$ q3 a" E* BHow you tried to set them free,
& T, o1 e, O9 Y5 o2 U8 E0 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. w9 `! ?3 z* N `Perhaps they never will. |
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