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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " c5 |" }7 |+ }+ z; X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : t4 ^. z5 S& w& y* t: h- j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% v, ~+ T/ {. V& t& _- G7 B% Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 V V1 a( d/ Q' A' U& G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 n) T' I! ?7 _$ Z- T) \; y5 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
; ?$ a6 Z+ z* }( vHow you tried to set them free, 4 L: l9 f6 ~1 m3 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) H# s( i! o' B! b0 R# cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 K) [4 q: U0 z D3 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + P, Y( L$ F+ a$ O: \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 l& h6 T# F# @7 p' A4 IWeathered 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,
+ N! i$ h3 x% jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " L( S6 T9 R# s: H2 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ s* | T- {. d0 d( R) [8 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, / [; Q+ v& ^# s9 R- @$ O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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O& X% `% r0 R- M$ @& c+ ]5 d! c0 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ t! v( v' R5 {6 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 o0 r7 n! \+ q' O5 _% M4 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! V; j3 {1 |- h+ @' U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 F, ~8 N4 @& f* V; o. L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ^* z# \# L- H- y+ r {1 [How you suffered for you sanity,
' J' r8 O' q! f+ I5 x( LHow you tried to set them free, ( f2 l6 A1 I. f! l8 M# Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ @. ~5 u! q) B ?6 z' [* EPerhaps they never will. |
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