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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 g: P% _4 x6 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - q6 n3 K S; Y5 G' w0 x( u8 e2 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% L# d( ]3 u( B9 K4 d/ l! R0 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * B- ^) ]+ z3 P ]- Y8 S2 ]4 \. s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! M3 j1 l I8 r, d
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 f0 `6 _: y( z# E) `How you tried to set them free,
) Z: k9 T5 u( U4 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. G9 z, q2 Y% g) W9 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- R, P# E0 R+ K/ T- i! xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : [# I, H8 O4 ?3 W/ e5 s* k8 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : N3 h r. A1 q1 R2 l! A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 U( Q+ F( @4 U; N% k4 \( W! \) k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& u0 D- w$ l J' lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ]2 N% z2 s, Q4 z$ Q0 D7 q& P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ U1 [+ ~3 \- C$ @# P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! a; f6 @: g" |; n* r& A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% ~: {' G; `4 k( \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . `8 j" a. K3 M+ H- j; b; T/ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( V/ x, R, b3 n& a! o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & P" j4 B' n9 |" q/ R* j0 k9 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( e' [9 |. I2 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. k6 ]9 _6 A& y2 X8 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
" T' |/ @+ V$ x4 sHow you tried to set them free, ( {9 {/ [5 v) k8 y* d. K) X
They would not listen they're not listening still, * M; ?' {" A9 F- `' s' F* {/ O
Perhaps they never will. |
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