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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , i5 T) A! Y- V1 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% p7 L: g8 C# D; y3 g8 B! kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& f2 |5 W8 A( Z \, ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 v& ?. e- L/ ~$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* B& V4 }1 P6 l9 G& FHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 j, m6 E' T9 L5 L( U
How you tried to set them free, $ c+ I. {- P' J; I6 I/ `' f% X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# p4 s% L# H1 ?* \, D* y3 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 t; q, S" o8 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 a0 X2 y3 t" `8 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; c E W# H2 s. B; IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 O2 c- K8 }. ~+ j; j+ z+ O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ {5 N% L$ |$ g$ L7 s }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - m" y. v6 f) \' f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 y7 z- I6 _5 M. b9 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 \. D7 `, M" b6 m1 M# f" a, h: ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ]- Q: ?% `3 ]3 `% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
P5 F. ?6 \/ C. |' h4 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! ]8 v4 l; A' H6 [: ^9 G9 @, ?+ oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. @# O$ \3 r% r7 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 v/ u" w& X: J6 r! W( c4 H, l9 l9 ZHow you tried to set them free, 7 S: W7 S# R! k! U1 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* J0 \: _$ X! n- @8 D/ p/ L4 {$ EPerhaps they never will. |
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