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1 t. a0 o6 M$ j0 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! `4 Q i% w g7 D, W- J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
e* }+ M ]/ D" g& A8 |) \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 p4 \9 @/ q! V0 g0 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + R2 i# }2 l- f& H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 @ `; l! g; N# J( X& \# J% x7 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
* b$ n5 w1 o8 R- u7 e+ OHow you tried to set them free, 8 B$ c; h [2 v8 ~+ i- a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ F! T: v$ |- Y) T0 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . J, B* r& S9 J+ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ]/ ~9 G& j, Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( I2 g1 m! r a% 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, ! p( K2 c, n1 Q+ x7 n9 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ g( H; w0 H, }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 e8 ^, q+ T) S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 h$ F( Q( u' Q$ V( m5 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 g3 B3 R' b+ R* uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ E) v* K% \& @; ^; a/ N5 e3 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 |9 d' ?8 O7 H! {( hThe 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,
: a3 g7 q# i3 y) ?0 J6 dHow you suffered for you sanity,' ~& V: }2 Z f9 L N9 U" V
How you tried to set them free, 8 H3 g$ H3 j6 u2 T$ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ B9 S; e" U3 ^/ RPerhaps they never will. |
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