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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # }! B3 D h% F' m. g4 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( J. ?, U5 H) P3 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 N$ X' a, o$ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 U8 [' V' J4 \, u& S: e% MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 y+ }$ g# s& uHow you suffered for you sanity,
. v8 t' X) B, X. O- Y+ DHow you tried to set them free, 0 B2 X7 E8 e: j1 d3 t1 R+ |/ c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / a- O' T! i0 E# J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , j6 b. g8 L* H5 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 E) R- l1 T' x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! X; Z4 ~6 B, P* W' h% 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,
: q5 ~- E8 D* }1 Y! r# CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 e, \5 A' g& |" R6 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# z. C0 m, ~. V% h% R0 bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 h, ]+ L# d8 N& t$ J4 \( T* MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 Q, _8 Y2 H, G3 z3 Y" NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ @4 ~! }# m: D+ L# y- U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% |% X6 H* w. @6 Y! i+ a: c- BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ]; b0 I( B0 }3 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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o! n- V; q1 }6 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / \* D/ {9 M" q1 P T/ a) o* h
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Q& }$ m$ W# y% v+ m0 A+ v
How you tried to set them free,
( S) v8 f- {) j" G+ ^. }, qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 J: [' b1 `% _; A8 t1 `+ f0 g. N
Perhaps they never will. |
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