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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * _/ X+ K# X/ D& H+ p: A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , W8 X$ ]! L7 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. y7 y4 m/ x7 n9 _7 e8 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 s ]+ i* D; c1 U6 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 U R8 q `% m( l% S! R0 I; z
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 k, |9 P3 |2 \" {. hHow you tried to set them free,
& K1 h! L, g/ [& SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : K6 Z$ g5 z# q# f" j) U+ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# P! @6 H% Q6 a9 l) U/ _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Z+ ~/ t" a$ s9 p8 d) `& O1 v: ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ E! m: P% p+ ~' B) C" t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ b3 y- L5 @ IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
w# ^- e$ R) S3 k0 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 b9 ]! g' h/ c0 D/ J- A' @+ `; sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 n' I2 E! y! r- X! h: P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 k0 V+ Q$ z$ R4 E, X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' z: z T$ w; i7 [ U; V) V
o0 S! |" B2 Y# \' RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( g; O1 {- ?; F( }, e/ j( b( `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% \3 x1 P2 H" H8 v/ Q# h6 S5 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& {: p! K1 I$ N1 B- Q% QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- { T8 ?" |. q- [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 m7 k U4 O: p# _8 Z* X
How you suffered for you sanity,
! X3 N3 S8 E9 F8 N0 OHow you tried to set them free, 0 j O5 j; S+ C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 l' J" I0 @: c) C1 W7 WPerhaps they never will. |
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