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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 A5 o) j* v. J7 f4 w8 v% uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # X8 y; ]' }1 \1 G& ~, p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 |1 |$ D% Q' t' @$ Y: n( C; k7 {: n* U2 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % c0 c; ]1 q* X1 ~3 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. R) x% k; J- V1 [. b
How you suffered for you sanity, $ B, j+ c+ f, X/ J' v: N3 m
How you tried to set them free, ' Z* Q5 m# R8 }- M4 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 Q" w5 s0 B3 W# Z) g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 J+ ^2 Y, T6 E9 r' i% M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # g+ @! |' e+ Y+ r. v* V+ `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Q# V5 }) I* A# l+ S" N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " Z4 F d3 r: T- f0 D1 Y5 {& K+ c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 w; `% y+ N, W" D# F8 m) RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 u4 G9 T& w A2 P' y7 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 e3 R: A- y% x# E( q& Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 K8 {$ @/ \. e5 Z! b+ `0 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ k) _! o' g- d# o2 K: |
. d: T$ I) P+ {7 m9 c* W! y' tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 B- z4 l/ t2 g. { ?$ eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 u4 u9 a% O) ?5 C# n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / k4 B0 N- m. m x
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,
9 f, T. p1 K% Y5 K; x4 V. x. bHow you suffered for you sanity,: b5 @# y. F4 R# I! o& O
How you tried to set them free, 4 `& G1 Y8 ^0 `; U, A, X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' u: Q2 ^2 i* e& `, ` w9 ]( H
Perhaps they never will. |
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