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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 o+ m- J' T! \; u! {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * z5 J% D. S: m1 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Y: B7 ~' ~( c/ O) a, E/ ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; [4 E2 q& m! O( ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ g2 R+ Z& E. X" K" JHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 j' C" H, W8 |6 U: G9 \# Z) m
How you tried to set them free,
8 u; `# v$ ?" a- R1 X$ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Y f1 b- i0 ]% U' t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / }! k/ U7 a; z. A! e3 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 `" O: Q, |0 T/ l% DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 O1 q# i* o& @2 }+ c) S% d
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,
4 m* u( `, E, G, N' ~; E) O4 b# A9 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 f8 B' A' }' F$ `! s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " A) R( U# [# M( i$ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( `- L/ T1 f g: Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) {5 n0 s: `* l; Q1 ?
* ]+ a0 [. }- u) hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . g9 a9 ^" g: H1 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 l6 }! p' m$ W. @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ]% R6 F- e5 @ m0 A" E
The 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, ( {" P1 Y0 [' f7 v$ u. L; I2 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y/ P0 t, j& h5 b9 PHow you tried to set them free, 1 [* ^& ^" s* N* }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' I" H3 e3 G9 P7 i+ K9 p2 i8 dPerhaps they never will. |
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