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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 a9 f4 J+ {0 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' c7 O7 R8 `+ p: Y1 l/ T1 x( xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. w3 f& S& \' R7 j4 R1 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . U% A, h% h; ?: V2 h% S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' j3 L0 E/ [1 c' I" G% mHow you suffered for you sanity, . Z1 Q, ]2 M; D# l/ M1 C2 V
How you tried to set them free,
, h3 z+ f; ]9 r7 \9 t1 K/ Q* jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 w! Y8 S6 ~: y2 A' D3 L2 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / k) e! L3 k. B6 b& z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B% E$ ]+ c7 H) b% y6 l% q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 j$ S% M e9 R2 _; ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 D8 _% ^/ K0 k) f+ N
' |7 o/ @: A4 D5 I4 s6 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' l9 {4 }7 K* K- Z% TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 O9 C6 p- R- oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 V A6 J) f$ g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 S5 d* ]8 x v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, K; r7 ] q* t0 n6 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' x. D' I2 B; N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 J1 p" D% \& cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 a" ] a* c8 c+ W# d! X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 T/ K$ u; q9 Q( y7 f3 {1 G
How you suffered for you sanity,& ]0 f2 G+ Y/ q* e2 M7 T5 a
How you tried to set them free, 8 T' ~9 i) J" @4 v& {4 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 h$ l) I! n: F& }3 C9 UPerhaps they never will. |
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