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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : g2 {" r0 I$ n- |0 }- c9 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 W& n2 j1 A- sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. W! S7 u9 U4 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' h4 m0 n3 E- G4 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. r1 B. Q! M* t i: l" M; yHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ]5 i! B- {8 [How you tried to set them free,
% P- \8 _, g' H L6 R8 x* _$ ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 L& |6 R# O: L. W" TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Y! k; m Z3 J3 j, g, x6 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; v3 \7 E' _6 j& lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 o7 U7 I4 e1 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % A0 \7 l& `% f0 @+ i
+ D7 j/ i% @5 p2 S' lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! r& N# ]2 v5 c/ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q, \$ B( O q: L$ X% S) i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" }* u5 X) l7 J' j5 [4 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! j; H& ?, i9 V) _( ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, I3 V5 b: K) @; |% A# H0 I6 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " c/ Q( [! h" t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& a g$ V% R4 C, b# qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 \0 ~' K( y9 i5 F$ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " W/ Q5 X4 |0 t: u8 V& m0 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 X! I }% c& \2 d$ |3 M* QHow you suffered for you sanity,
N; B: y& H# ^! nHow you tried to set them free, - [% f& z# Q# L+ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 k- ]" S* r- ~5 K( g/ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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