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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 K i j1 L; [+ e' J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 C( ~+ D$ b7 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 l9 t2 h% t& i' G% \& ~, RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ?) d4 o S6 S2 V; J6 U' n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 h* W7 Y" ^6 c" gHow you suffered for you sanity, + X( Y/ ?; F: e
How you tried to set them free, 0 b! e* E. ?/ G5 A/ m) t- m$ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 @4 B1 ]9 X1 ~$ k7 C" D, b5 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / f) c& s* T& Z; b$ Z/ [% u7 [: E* w$ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) L0 q z$ d* K3 t6 A9 s6 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + } k" ?% b7 D, T! c" R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 M9 k- V$ M4 t$ h% D5 x, W: \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 L9 X9 N& ^# } {# J' D2 H1 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 s- H" U" _3 b% k" r" f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 M9 N* H/ h2 N: C4 c% c$ Y/ x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" d1 D+ U( w( J! w) p# ]0 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " v1 f. y" J5 d( G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 @' i) K' i: k1 |; x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 u4 r% ^7 Q, ?) F' t2 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , Q6 K9 Q$ |9 I' H: N& p7 ?8 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " i" _% H f# z+ \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 T, \: ^' s8 a/ P( z* UHow you suffered for you sanity,7 C, _# M2 ~! J# D4 A
How you tried to set them free, # w2 Q- C5 M4 U: Y+ s0 ?8 a6 j& v- s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' q5 i- S" j7 `3 t/ _Perhaps they never will. |
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