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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- P1 b1 h; Z: t/ M+ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 U2 n! {1 A' v& I5 S9 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; g! |% b8 I2 W8 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! D: e6 W" j# ]" X0 }. {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 T% p, O1 D7 @8 ]+ |How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ?) s4 S$ `, i/ G* f% C2 ]. D/ O' ]How you tried to set them free,
& Q) z9 C( n# N! O/ D0 G* AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' i: T, x* S8 O P7 ]% n1 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 R& H! s- m7 c9 F, n. `* @6 y+ L9 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; H" N1 V X/ P O" [, A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, r/ v9 p6 t/ W) a! B! R3 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 }3 j0 g9 y- r. y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ j- `$ B+ G2 H6 w7 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Z1 n9 _$ b' |" C& T4 D2 y+ }4 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, & G- B# m! k) s' s! n( V2 @2 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 b: B* f% w5 m0 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 {( z' k% ?5 G X
1 Q4 b6 [6 v; K+ S) L" gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 i5 h* S8 T5 X$ e3 @% r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ T) F$ K7 y: P6 J. qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* e: X4 G: {1 e* W7 a6 Q/ nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : A5 S8 ?- s' w0 \# x& e( k0 m/ I
) o( q+ [0 G+ b4 J2 x* N. i. fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 K6 x+ u- E6 O) z BHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ o# H! E! Z i' V6 jHow you tried to set them free, % B2 l9 N) V" J7 V3 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' o7 ?: [9 I. S- I% h) S" U5 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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