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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( P0 {1 x$ t# @8 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 u4 j# t {" \: u2 e# g/ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, N( F" `! o3 Y2 L" G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. J1 N. q$ M# z$ @# Q& }& ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 _8 i$ z& r. o/ O4 P2 N
How you suffered for you sanity, $ @1 G& H5 ?+ v1 ~5 u2 g1 H
How you tried to set them free, # ]! k1 t6 V! v8 B2 o' b; H( u z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! f/ s( B6 V6 f4 c# x+ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # p3 N0 r+ z# H& @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ e3 O9 f" X O% ?/ ~+ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " N2 A; x$ N) w# {4 t6 ~+ C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 g b' q( t! t V1 Q! W
0 L [8 t: a& ]. {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ }( l( ]! H8 x) }9 E+ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + J7 b6 u9 w4 K* ^) ]. t; D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' e0 O6 X. r* m' k/ a VBut I could have told you, Vincent, e0 E& b, A" N! x0 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ K. X7 l3 m4 g2 A3 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ {8 N; J) l2 C0 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ^( H2 k) e7 x' K& Z: b- w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 m. e' o. v8 J. G$ E$ c; V. uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q9 T# T% d, m8 T4 |. |/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,- `" H* b" |4 q5 ~8 k8 A
How you tried to set them free, 2 y6 V& m0 `% i+ Q- N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 w' {5 H, L/ q* h, K3 D% K0 _! W
Perhaps they never will. |
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