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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, y' D# R, F& E( u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 m% P' m5 g4 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; n( L0 U) y) z3 I! G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, G+ W a3 N6 W N2 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 a. E2 Z( |+ _' o: h% n0 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
" v# b- f. ]/ _( h! |4 aHow you tried to set them free,
: @5 A, C2 L( d8 l: k. BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. K) o; @) C3 m) ~ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 d- Q+ y2 o& y [% ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 t0 Z: X* c: h6 A" N& f8 j! F, }* mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ]4 f, Q8 o. M& E! F# d7 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, w9 H# [5 c; Z3 a0 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 I- p) m. @+ Y2 q: DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' o% ?5 y* Z. d8 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y) i/ ^' P2 r( v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
V! n0 @6 F/ V. R! `* hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- ~5 I% F6 A0 ~* m& kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' I6 X" {0 b, I2 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. E, r2 X& i6 A+ T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 h; y* z) {, u. T1 x& o+ N4 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " G* {" p. N. y+ c9 V+ a! [- \! d0 ^
/ F3 S1 r+ O3 l0 _* O! aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * R; q" u" F) i( F5 l% B }/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,+ Y0 I2 q, \& w- a, l a4 ]
How you tried to set them free,
! r& r) ~8 T' m& _0 G8 |They would not listen they're not listening still, # G, V# W( y' p9 o8 X& v0 l* K
Perhaps they never will. |
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