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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ]7 ^/ P/ N2 R" z1 e5 u) iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % E- f/ r0 u- N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) [2 R `- O, z CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* x6 |8 p. l9 ^# nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 Y+ `& C3 F7 {+ LHow you suffered for you sanity, + t& i9 c8 m1 S! |2 B
How you tried to set them free, # l" c T! i) ?+ y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 |" t# W$ i( ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / v+ \+ k' f$ {( c2 x' v$ G3 P& o! {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% M; ?' R: D4 L3 z+ h' AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 m, Z: P( I$ }' j4 m, c: e
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,
6 e. h! _1 u6 X9 Q' }* |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( G* Z2 n; O; Y/ y1 n! n- h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" @6 M, g& X9 D# p$ OBut I could have told you, Vincent, , Q/ O; b+ P2 c n# U; Y1 a" X: J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 p% z* s4 F% `0 h8 a9 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 E7 k) X4 M( C& _' H4 S$ |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. Z- o: X+ u* V, W' ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; O5 x2 y$ u: g- n7 \5 ~" w0 b7 n3 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + `. p! d: j$ T; B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ i; S6 Q) s8 V$ v3 \How you suffered for you sanity,+ T6 W+ K9 w+ @' q
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q# q& E# ~& p/ n' Z* A5 ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
" k# g! t1 g. \ C- KPerhaps they never will. |
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