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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ k. S5 \* R$ Z2 L8 R+ t, I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , B" y5 L+ ~% {0 g: V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, V6 M4 J/ i& o5 P* i+ _& a3 `2 Q1 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & w1 l5 x1 h8 d$ {$ n' u* _2 Z+ ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 k" w; j% d e% v9 h& y/ G1 p }How you suffered for you sanity, 1 x7 ^9 u" g% J$ L
How you tried to set them free,
. I. M( ]9 w' Z7 R m% SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
~3 @% T! w7 h/ L" wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * s: _5 T' U+ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 z& i* s1 |9 G' Y/ t; sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 m# k+ R; ^, v# @: S, ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , L( R0 R* z. D& N1 Y/ O# l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " Q# z0 E! h# f; z& O) T, F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 N/ |4 J" a7 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + W q8 H7 F+ }' F$ U) x4 r4 n$ X0 C: [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 @$ f% E2 S5 z" KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 J4 t6 t2 ?; f2 W( V) V# g* A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' L2 @$ h+ X- y1 e7 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% A) N/ k0 Q) w6 S5 f: l5 |' q! O/ PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" _+ a& z9 o, _# r2 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & k2 \, R6 ?6 d7 u- K
How you suffered for you sanity,, k$ X& Z+ q; ]
How you tried to set them free, 7 N% W: D3 g4 l+ p6 @; r0 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, # B* N7 Z6 h& x% P
Perhaps they never will. |
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