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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . G$ ]! W* C- b" l( W0 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ q/ x) p7 W: b: g6 M6 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 I! \9 x: N4 q! m# gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 Q4 Q$ F- L1 ~) g4 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 B0 E; ~! d' m
How you suffered for you sanity, % h3 [ g% N* K
How you tried to set them free, ! h. M, k$ Q( u; {7 e1 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 U" f$ R6 {& K6 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ Y2 S/ h/ |# T x8 M; ?5 [0 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - E; N+ ?& C( u @6 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ]1 Z& t4 g' }+ s# W& `+ BWeathered 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,
, V7 m9 F& N4 \' x" {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 P5 e& h+ D4 Z& p4 `4 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . a: \; c7 T) H- s M; Y+ f9 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& s) F3 P) X* K/ qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* Y' [" ~3 b) `0 h. T! I* h6 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 B5 {+ K" d4 m8 M4 D$ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 _' V0 y( f) B: _* q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 K* Z+ J( Q2 X: _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 M4 `3 Y1 @8 o" s+ ~ u
. n9 E: X2 B \1 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % j0 \* u" t# v+ _ I
How you suffered for you sanity,& `5 N$ x+ ?# ]5 n b
How you tried to set them free,
9 e+ @. [( X/ ^- QThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' f+ Q- P8 g* O e4 v4 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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