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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) P6 H. E1 G1 j8 a6 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 o+ [( f% l' C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F8 g `; `5 k% l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 Z9 z( P' j3 G6 U+ _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' l$ R, I4 @; \) n' Z4 n! NHow you suffered for you sanity, / E, A! G* k2 K6 l9 s
How you tried to set them free, ) Y/ @- Z/ K/ T+ [* @5 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 S2 G O" o: L/ H: yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 f5 @) `8 j, Q5 L& JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 y) _* v& _% g4 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 }7 {4 i& q, p$ F+ |' ] ^ y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- I& J* S, @% b6 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . q4 C, u) G( M4 o3 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: l* N! R& q+ q |/ H" {. v9 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, # S5 n6 I9 B8 q" g# j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ z6 t( O4 ~. z9 F, N* K/ y# ]; _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% |0 r( U$ M- f" `, d% ?. i1 I# vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 L$ z7 f# l! d2 m; l% }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 c4 M! J6 r& h8 D- m K, d9 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - H+ X6 ~" _% ^# b
. ^. n0 {$ l. oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# b' N) T1 B- a Q* C6 \How you suffered for you sanity,
3 [+ N9 a7 |5 K# gHow you tried to set them free, 6 Y6 _2 q ]7 w$ Z, X, n
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' U+ N- @0 q" _, Z# r# r. W6 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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