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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ N$ A) P* W! A; l+ @" m" Y3 F/ }0 O: cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 K/ A, ~+ L. s8 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 g& V' n* M; ]; P q7 o: C( e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * C5 O2 ?+ R: e& l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, w9 v5 A- R2 o- P1 Y# jHow you suffered for you sanity, # D Q9 R9 K! [
How you tried to set them free,
0 D' E7 U! x- I$ t& CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ _' l& |1 Z, `( B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) e5 ~5 J S W& S7 Q( V+ n1 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & w3 O4 t- _6 b! e. s" N7 ` W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, J% a; t* c8 R* b' f) O0 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * p- {' O8 }# `( k9 u: J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ?4 O% G6 d3 n' tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ^/ O( v# Y5 K) F/ r2 K9 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 R/ _2 E( \7 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' L. p( N5 \/ d9 i$ H# O2 _' M/ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; E1 @1 U0 `3 p0 T v+ z5 y
3 O* Z2 F5 L3 p2 Z. i' p2 N" BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - i, R( V' b5 \% o& X0 E& X/ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 @+ ^. J% n- PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 l% D# I7 n! @; ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ^) ?" y' T: V7 ?4 u' L; f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' t1 k9 v5 U# S: A7 A) H& R
How you suffered for you sanity,! C) {, `+ T! X
How you tried to set them free, ' B7 q9 E* v' E3 f
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 L- l( [: C; a0 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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