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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . p' |$ q3 d' ~6 {4 |) P; [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ [: [) R* |" P/ X* FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, g1 e+ A8 L+ r; i1 u @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 G' I) ?8 ^, F% P2 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 P# F& q5 o0 xHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ], t4 [0 f( V
How you tried to set them free,
/ j6 j9 X, R: j7 P5 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 v( k, T! b1 u0 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 V6 T" G- Y8 E" E3 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 M) m% ^/ V; }0 @. p0 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 Y5 X0 g5 L/ A0 I
Weathered 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, ' [% C. \1 _7 f' q% d. u; H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ p$ S# n( ?6 p5 A% @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 d; I4 K# l( [: [; W6 p2 z( jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 h# Q1 o0 t4 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 y" U, m) c- ^2 {! z p* U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" i% f5 k& d. ^8 C; l9 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 S# c% a3 ^3 v' C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 u: Y6 i: r8 f# t& V$ Y w: TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 G. _9 u! @# v% R7 ~! t3 Y2 Y# zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / j0 X0 i7 a! c" v
How you suffered for you sanity,, E5 T+ X% Z1 l5 B. c- k; v6 U
How you tried to set them free,
. U5 ?+ N8 r( X+ m1 A( N6 W% @They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 C* v. A' V$ `
Perhaps they never will. |
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