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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & I& p) J6 m0 T& U- {7 ]* a( h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 x. Y5 k' I4 y" w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! H7 b3 h( l3 A$ J- aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 I% [; K" F4 W/ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 Z5 R) k& e: C0 Y2 UHow you suffered for you sanity, ) \" s/ @8 J; _4 V3 j
How you tried to set them free, + G2 F( `; \0 {. W, }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / z, A$ Q# @ b d- c# f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ]5 x h8 A0 y, U Y& ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 J' g/ M. ?5 _/ L( n5 B* g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! e7 I7 ^+ u, {; v7 D" L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " x3 q |. e$ _& _6 v5 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* j* I d0 I* @. tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' X5 J1 J% K8 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 x* ?; S# K. f8 L: e D% uBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! z8 `4 ]# h( W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & H( k) I" g: P# n4 O1 O0 E6 Q
; f4 a$ L9 X! G. Q" F, r% L3 Q( CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 f8 m2 A9 @8 W' HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, Q; D- _5 y* ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- g( t; V. M9 |' u( QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, F3 v9 r% \4 j$ i5 V: C) ?6 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' s, ?+ L) Z& v6 q+ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
' }# y* T8 `1 v; v K+ z+ q; SHow you tried to set them free, 3 `, }5 |% j$ z0 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 v n2 T4 M( p* ePerhaps they never will. |
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