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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % I5 T* ], S& M( j, {! t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 d! z3 _+ Z }: Y+ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 e; h; z# W9 D3 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" }$ ^. G% I1 w" v RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 T* ~( e5 Y) X: e9 k8 s* ?3 M6 w" i
How you suffered for you sanity,
. T5 E" N1 M* s- T+ aHow you tried to set them free,
/ p4 I* T$ ^& `3 w2 `, b4 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 a( `$ P$ x4 {& Z; U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 \5 X( G8 P9 |) {: {- o! ?" R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . ~! l; ]) E1 }( w! h* M5 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: o$ D; R' s; m" EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 f' v- k3 u8 ~) xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + L ^4 k1 R( W% o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( H: D9 t( [$ D4 w2 A& G0 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; l; W. K8 s3 W- n2 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
{" y& F1 E1 f) \" t5 ~, |* d( V6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ^" _; W" _8 {$ \4 A: [1 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 _' v; V* t( a3 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: V& R v7 t6 q( v5 W: b4 O9 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . u3 d+ R& H0 p! t. R/ C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* X: u7 I5 Q/ r0 y C2 v. v3 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 d7 w" J8 ^( V" N# l- R iHow you suffered for you sanity,5 y# D7 d- `& W4 M8 F- w z% o
How you tried to set them free, 7 ?: w4 t7 L2 S: ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ F; }* P ^( u- c
Perhaps they never will. |
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