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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( H/ H$ M7 ~6 I% f$ N) [1 Q$ \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 N* i0 V: {# S8 i" s- E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 P+ c" d$ f p; `" M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , I: V% C- G' v' ?" U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 c* j0 I6 h5 R0 J+ e
How you suffered for you sanity, " l- V( Z2 v" {7 A3 a a& u
How you tried to set them free,
' l$ x# I$ j. @# A; SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% j, V9 ~; ~! I3 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ a& j3 p2 f F, q. J% M6 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& A7 D1 k8 k1 R# D% |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & [4 b. j/ N4 R& q- V) `7 S. x0 l" J
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, - @$ D5 q1 g! u8 O$ q, r% P8 W0 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 Q- {/ J1 t9 K' s9 _2 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 O; Q1 H" e3 i3 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, . \; D4 P1 L3 K. I D5 X8 Q" p& V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( J4 g: W* x' E2 _+ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 _/ [+ m# a7 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 {7 X; |! z, E7 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 o- }1 j5 g: u: ~, L) n9 a+ mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % z9 D1 m. t3 Y: L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " O* y$ |/ i0 n6 i$ S0 D) G: n1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity," }7 y, n& |1 K; a2 u% b
How you tried to set them free,
1 U% ~# [: C& n5 ^! D$ z# B3 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! g* A5 B, ]' N
Perhaps they never will. |
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