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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ W3 n4 U) K2 K# ^2 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) Q& b# b6 u% C' v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Y4 l" W4 F `( H: m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 s% M- ~" W" |( H) w' Z) q3 R' W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) l7 u# W0 \1 B! G1 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 K5 A/ F$ A$ B# MHow you tried to set them free,
' v# _8 O: H& a: XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 D( l/ r: r# D' `* _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ `3 h/ S+ i+ A1 R7 D+ @" LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 e U. E- g: ]. d' T$ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 [' z' |" L# E/ [. g* bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ R Q; Y. N7 G8 r! |% aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 W1 \; r4 v* W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' R9 ^9 X: B5 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 @' ]# }) n/ B$ p6 Q q% ^) HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 c9 I. s3 |& Z- x+ HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # t+ X$ i K. z+ U8 k
4 H) j3 H. A& i5 I; rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / v2 N; Z/ @# ]8 z( }8 j5 P% r9 @; K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! c$ l6 ?3 v8 P: a' [$ n. }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 I6 ]" Z) |0 Q. x* b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 X7 f1 S! `+ Z$ {6 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 n/ b" s* H3 ?# X
How you suffered for you sanity,
: K+ Z! d P: P1 @How you tried to set them free, / s# e/ O% i7 J( M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 }; Y& w$ t6 V+ B/ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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