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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' a& n0 V8 k# Q+ o/ f% z) \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 q& L& P+ ~. t. C+ v/ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: `) u K2 p' g( h0 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % U$ ~ }* a' A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ^& p7 |# f6 w# ^$ }+ n' c$ K2 |# k% ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ; {) \: R4 z* p! p* r. f) z0 H& Y
How you tried to set them free, , ?6 _3 c+ L/ }/ M0 A( B9 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% M1 q) n0 U# r vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" [" E4 c2 \7 N7 q$ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % x/ P. `: q, D6 {3 D& ~- v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! n2 n" Q1 E9 u. z
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, - e& k! T p# H7 T6 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
F) H) L6 i: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( s6 h4 P( t# `0 ~, DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: f. _' E5 D4 u$ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , O, E, N: U0 e; p7 v' C1 L$ \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ~4 o" m) h Y9 {( g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * k, `8 w: ?0 J* S6 Z! ^! g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' t5 |7 w$ W+ X; O+ Z2 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 w5 `9 {- o: G5 c [7 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - D9 Y6 W% T" o0 c7 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
# l0 P' K- G- X& v- wHow you tried to set them free,
6 F$ h; g4 e7 \) g" X% _They would not listen they're not listening still, ) m; _/ o4 L; ?% X" N- s5 o5 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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