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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 F" N% Q9 e3 y' P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 L% }4 r$ ]- v N) P& \. P2 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* h; {: D; W( I2 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 Y1 C$ J) C) ^4 ]! K1 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* u2 j, N; _6 `$ D! pHow you suffered for you sanity,
& B" T, P) l5 y1 pHow you tried to set them free,
1 }( @* L! [2 U* O! r+ mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . B d. E3 _1 Q! m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 t+ r, |/ G \3 n0 g! O& t8 X- fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( f. l6 p. Z- X1 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % A0 l3 E2 J0 V6 @' _3 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # i6 ^8 ], Z0 w3 T0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & I. X V( @7 u" t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * K. ]2 k! x5 R, ~ U0 F, i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , y( }' ]% @/ x6 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. e6 k6 \! C8 T4 \) [% EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : `# b% [4 V1 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: g. b' @5 m# U7 c9 b7 ^, v1 C0 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. k; a, \' n: L# O) q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y9 l0 z7 U, S0 P' y8 Q2 qThe 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,
1 i; d/ H W7 z" x3 @6 ~5 O4 m$ M2 zHow you suffered for you sanity,; ?6 o( ~! \1 ~* r7 \
How you tried to set them free, 6 X6 f! q' m$ Z2 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 Y5 B! m* d- B# kPerhaps they never will. |
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