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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- x& R- X# h a6 s; D; I: W$ rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- j' T1 \, |6 `/ K! xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," c# l* O: B! A& e8 b1 v; T, l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Y5 n; D6 i# t5 q/ k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 r3 n) q) R& W6 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~) a" k# N: Z y( _' j1 dHow you tried to set them free,
' D5 z" P. Z1 x8 B/ z6 z$ h1 Q+ }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # V: w5 c, t, z& c+ S" D' {' h: j4 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 e& a) ~: b X0 r B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) }( P2 h5 [7 ]' N" j2 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : s% { T/ C( a e; b2 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 P) n8 |; B! E, O' w F8 x' e5 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- j, {5 U0 e2 H$ N2 h8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 k2 N' f: R9 S' |2 C. v. }. _/ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ c- j* d7 v7 V' q9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! f6 S' S. v+ W5 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % P) [' H3 b+ N4 u' V
/ |: G# N: o P2 A9 Q; f5 q3 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o: _' ^4 U2 M6 _! v# X. c, Q8 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * A$ p5 c' ]% q7 J5 F/ @7 m8 V' y+ u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: W' l- c6 r# R& J5 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; H" J0 l# ], x4 x% ~% C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; S. X4 X9 u! nHow you suffered for you sanity,& J: [9 j1 ^. b$ I) t9 \% U3 d T
How you tried to set them free, & w% K V! m6 W6 f9 z; Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) h5 a$ q3 M+ {0 P; Z" t, u$ NPerhaps they never will. |
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