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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 I" w9 T1 c1 A( K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & q7 R9 i' d& t. S0 F2 s$ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 h5 a) M0 y0 X4 E3 s5 q+ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# S3 H5 }3 y0 J, c* TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' f1 Q$ k5 B% f, N& i
How you suffered for you sanity,
N$ F' f! b% v0 I s' {How you tried to set them free, * z( ]; B+ O4 c; Y1 z( P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # x4 t' r( }) P) L7 @! B' F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! \! S: `7 r* ^8 C7 }9 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 i$ O1 x) _7 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 a- u5 G1 i" K- B: j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 j" F3 Y! l' b$ ]% H' k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 u7 W4 D' p% t) d |7 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 J8 m: W# R. Q9 S3 [" }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% B. U, ~' i- O; GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( m0 j: P) A: P; a5 h) H; oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) W. Y6 [$ u& d% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# Q. d' G. r$ H* V# H2 N! K; LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ?, i7 [6 A: Y! M! m* ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 v5 X' R; _7 i5 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . v6 l' w6 M7 m6 K1 d
1 l4 ?8 N! M0 t( M& N- dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 }& @. C9 _. A% W5 p& |* kHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x( K/ o5 E4 `0 XHow you tried to set them free,
( }9 A7 [% L! g0 U$ S2 | n+ fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 j% U4 i* W* j# }Perhaps they never will. |
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