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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! J, D( ~( i# U: a N4 s- H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: Z; c0 @) J4 \+ M( G1 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 x' H, d6 {$ X: k& \8 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 ~: R+ X8 X+ J; l S/ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 h, Z' t3 k5 Y: |
How you suffered for you sanity, ) P; d1 O0 j. a; u
How you tried to set them free,
1 P( a: L4 T1 J, U0 s- fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * F7 u a, h! j7 N) r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& `4 z J0 u" sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~) }( I' s0 {3 }' D* _' q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( X1 x" K2 v+ N1 w4 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; r. p3 p, n3 ^/ u1 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! n0 R8 I0 c; v% \; C/ D9 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / p+ O1 k) R/ O% K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : \ d1 n7 g+ ?- h! |, \* x" @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; L% _! A _/ S6 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) L( W6 ~# J9 N& W5 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 ^" n$ ^% V- n) ~# ~0 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( d5 ?2 e$ C, b- ?, m9 y5 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * s4 c7 ~ D- ~$ L+ L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 c% R- i* e4 k4 t# e! u5 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ i) t) z- l* ~# @How you suffered for you sanity,1 N& O' `' e/ r1 T
How you tried to set them free,
: [ L. T% N; e8 ^5 kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" x( p* n; K/ c7 v' v HPerhaps they never will. |
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