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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & p- O& }+ t. @9 E- G& E6 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & F) v+ W. ?( \% l3 R' b; O8 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Z, `5 B0 Z& F% o" l8 G: {1 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . Y- ?' L& p! }% V) F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% K5 t9 X1 I D& ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
% G) s* e& X5 ZHow you tried to set them free, + O% q( {& U* [% C7 d! T( D/ [) v# G) R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" U: v! d& ^1 \9 L' R- j. OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 J, e# M2 o1 b0 v$ v* t6 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % k+ D; b9 j1 U. d9 R) R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' S2 }$ h5 j) w6 e A/ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) S7 c* Y+ y# M" H5 F7 v
3 X; i9 R' A, [8 k+ n: Z, yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 }9 W8 [+ \( l B6 E; q+ j5 Z8 H7 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' c8 |9 v/ s( a* Q$ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 f; s# i- }2 o9 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 N& I6 d! u) X+ R5 {4 ^! o5 b) R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 y& R, [( Q2 x( v6 r! E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 R2 r, i/ T8 e! s) d! L' yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 d8 c- Y9 M! Q* H4 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z- j. C, K- t2 ~# W/ ~* a9 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% ]. K& P% l3 o# r' K2 A. aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& d! V8 n5 I3 S! q6 T/ |* {8 SHow you suffered for you sanity,* d) Z( ]6 e: X5 u* l
How you tried to set them free, / K2 r; L9 l( d% m7 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 B! R/ }2 r6 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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