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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 D% S3 b: ?3 s! J9 b8 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" }9 e% _0 ^. V# a# nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; v0 D7 B* @' |. V$ uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! w1 R* o7 |: c: S" M, g) ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* a# P: ^3 V0 h& N. e- n! jHow you suffered for you sanity, % P' P7 d* s( \& T- k! H
How you tried to set them free, % g% ~0 g- ^ b6 {) i5 P, [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% d* |/ f1 a; M0 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 }8 b, z# |9 P. o5 q0 v1 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; k; N, t7 j' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 `) `, F! F6 W) E/ r6 \9 u: ^" n8 w+ jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # I$ J. L! c7 f
3 |# [& L5 C$ q) @: E! gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . y# @$ Z' A# U( Z9 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, e7 V+ w$ Q* B# @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ p6 v `% i4 S2 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, % M7 T# ^0 J: K+ {. S7 s4 X: W. l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 p* ~* j6 l6 s! E1 S+ F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ y9 G; n: c) ?! h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " c* c1 v4 U4 z9 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) }: W! P5 z4 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 E, j$ B0 V! z& J% ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; D2 g/ Y& t2 L+ b& UHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 Y) w* R) E* f) b: }How you tried to set them free, 1 d1 W. Y, C6 ^" e& r# ~" N* V j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& F1 Q: [6 o F( W" i7 uPerhaps they never will. |
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