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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 X* L2 N' z/ S1 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 w, s, j% v# A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 b _/ ?& r8 D9 w5 u. {7 b2 t3 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! r: l0 V e9 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 `/ J% t3 U7 d! n: a3 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 b: C3 t9 g0 ]5 h( DHow you tried to set them free,
! {* a% D5 f+ O" u# Y( V7 S- S2 `1 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 r4 B& M8 v% @9 g& }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; n% h6 E4 ?( |4 r% C' WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 A0 W5 `& ~7 Q& J- ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! Q3 ]( l$ x) A, D" J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ `4 N% Q( B. ^9 z) ~% \ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. V9 j: I( _6 q4 k+ ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. w5 X, B9 r9 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
I; q+ y4 C. p) sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) e; Z* ^% e* o4 m6 }) J1 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 W5 N5 c! o* n- M1 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- A; P- N1 _/ `/ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r6 E( _7 z6 R; I+ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. k. E. h1 B7 V7 a nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : T# b, e: T" M5 p8 q6 F4 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 [- J9 @4 }8 z2 `
How you suffered for you sanity,2 @) p5 }- F% S2 ~* @& e
How you tried to set them free, + L5 \- G2 v5 `8 g' E6 M) m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 _- Z5 R+ F& R; yPerhaps they never will. |
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