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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; g3 p5 T' F0 Y7 s9 O9 T5 J: k bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 n7 p+ Y5 [ p, Y, qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' J$ a& ]) s3 m% @2 u6 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' X2 R" ?* w8 y* qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# F: B6 v6 R: Y8 W
How you suffered for you sanity, & X- {; L8 l2 W$ l- ^
How you tried to set them free,
3 ]3 ~& Q0 s; o, Q9 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 t( w6 N1 ?8 g: Q% yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 E0 X! u7 l* ?+ u3 j7 A9 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 a/ N. f0 K+ p$ n3 a( W4 ^ s$ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, w2 n% G2 i/ k( `! {& cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ k+ i; @0 c) ]( W4 l/ o Z% [( G
, g) _1 f) K5 L8 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 X; q" c; y5 n4 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Z# B1 c7 u7 @" uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, R% S$ K x, T6 B( _* N. [5 ^/ B/ LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ }! P2 {% S* ^" AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 _' u: g0 w5 m8 c: `) G% x8 V* r- k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ^/ r% N( _, A7 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( _ r5 ]7 j8 r8 C1 P& K9 H0 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % p- \* I0 y9 ^$ p$ N5 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " U$ D3 b2 L7 G6 E* F
How you suffered for you sanity,! H8 G; i. b% V5 S6 j. J. j
How you tried to set them free, / v8 \) M! C) C; [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 {1 x5 { m$ Q& B0 ]7 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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