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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' F( E1 V. B) n& r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ m% ^' d& Y3 m5 M1 r' w0 i5 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ]/ z3 ]0 O9 \1 _5 y8 U" u) e+ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 C9 @* n% F, d: {( a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) y k7 Z# w* P8 _) Y; |How you suffered for you sanity, % ]( N$ w: f2 ]0 d5 r7 u8 f
How you tried to set them free, 9 e8 ?3 x# |% `3 y& S! g, @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ]7 t1 Y F6 M, U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 N4 }% W1 m0 Z N e. N/ X5 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 A0 k% |# s9 H0 J3 V2 x* V" WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( y* Z2 q+ G, A7 bWeathered 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,
7 F! l. Z: c; r# hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 k, b9 `) }$ s/ y0 v3 J, w8 o, J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) H! o* g3 f6 R& k# B. v0 C O6 F% S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% u! M0 S2 r$ K* H k4 H [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 _: P/ s! o% j f/ r/ Q c* y; L6 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 O+ @; v+ x7 I7 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, b5 Z) _6 G2 Q% I5 B$ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, v) ^0 `" Q) T/ J6 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ?, h, [7 n( P) P2 X+ f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + S; o8 c3 M" e' h; t8 A- m3 `
How you suffered for you sanity, @$ ~; O. L7 q, n* r' I+ ]6 @
How you tried to set them free,
# v" ~ B- W8 P% a/ D; @They would not listen they're not listening still,
) g" D9 U( `3 r" {9 w" b! w3 rPerhaps they never will. |
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