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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ]: [/ r- b" }) m! ^* S5 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 y1 r" V$ {# S; ?$ K) j& pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Y& L! S5 Y/ @, p- r: ?0 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / h& L' T ]) m+ J) r' h: A! `( U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* Y, q: e; m" p7 F
How you suffered for you sanity, * B& _8 q3 _: c) ]0 n+ f0 G# H- s3 S
How you tried to set them free,
) {: I: n0 I- ~0 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) P5 \& d& e0 k2 U4 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 f. r5 o. R) w) J9 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' x/ \" j- P3 a o+ h2 e, TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , x v; I$ k0 y3 h2 D
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, 3 @0 y' a% o0 w, t& l1 a f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 y! U1 T- a( g0 u( q9 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 t$ k) \+ L+ M2 o* Y" o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; n7 d% ^& H- W* x9 c$ D) ~, D* p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 |' a, B7 ~2 i1 Y7 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; l6 |! D7 D4 O/ A% e. A" vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 u/ F" [7 n1 H& h7 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* c6 u; _ g# ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * V3 T! U( [! i! U6 a1 Z% E
How you suffered for you sanity,
: S: l: q1 a5 b+ CHow you tried to set them free,
* U. s: [; q- }! R% aThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! U6 G% E: h! G" Y3 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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