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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) X# r, m9 ^6 Z/ l0 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ H5 Q6 L }( F" rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ \, C4 X9 i1 @9 I# T- bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 }7 R5 a: F' A1 v0 i6 L2 H4 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; O+ Y4 L" c0 m* I! R1 }6 ]How you suffered for you sanity, 8 L3 q% ]6 L0 Q7 L
How you tried to set them free, 1 S2 }# _8 ^3 _1 b F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 E- l/ F! c7 k, J4 S; @6 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# X4 B' G/ E R* F) ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 _; h' f: b9 D5 v- }+ e% HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% n- v" V A2 C; WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * @& F* i6 I3 g! u% a( I& ]7 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ? M8 k/ `4 k0 o \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . u( @ X8 }. {, u0 s' M8 @% s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ], B9 ?/ u4 e5 r6 \/ F' y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 g1 o; m% D% J' ^$ UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Y& {5 ^! K# \5 [5 }# {) c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : j l/ u7 k# C# F& C: x8 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R. x- F8 `( O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 H4 l+ R* b0 K: z5 S* F+ aThe 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,
, w, Q1 b7 O/ E) z) |; v3 T; x1 qHow you suffered for you sanity,: v% r7 \% s5 R6 B9 \' Q
How you tried to set them free, 0 t9 a; b2 d1 i9 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, , D7 s6 c3 y8 ?/ A
Perhaps they never will. |
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