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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ E* Q; R" a1 `" s* k1 k' I0 N' WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! I5 V5 [5 k0 I6 H, K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- O k% m. I- H( H1 }7 J* d4 f$ L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & G- N1 E6 ]) ~" G8 O2 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! R. s5 @* D* I# C0 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 k8 U) E1 c% q L3 p7 K! f3 THow you tried to set them free, ! _+ y- v5 m* n4 @- D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 k0 }, X" U5 V6 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 r/ [) D. ^; R/ Q5 k" }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 Z2 ^% U$ I- g8 y# KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 s) t1 w7 A+ t' N3 R: rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! j" D' r# A6 H+ o2 x% M% p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + d/ h* F) r+ ]3 c+ z* N8 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
S3 P: M/ s Q" SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 u4 i U2 R( l6 V) c) iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! V3 Y) m2 U jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 C' D9 }" _% o! X0 ^0 J% d% `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 i$ {1 F2 {5 ?9 T2 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' Y p; v5 E; f$ p$ u8 k3 o& K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % w- b6 Y/ {3 x) m5 Y3 Z/ e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; W& i* b+ Z2 s7 |6 ~How you suffered for you sanity,' o' F1 A' D* [8 F
How you tried to set them free,
! H/ m/ j, f. I2 F! ]% `. bThey would not listen they're not listening still, , Z8 B' S) F, Y2 b& o8 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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