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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , Z) v" Y1 z% `! y0 y& o3 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 `: b9 U: s* P. x' i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. A' A8 m8 f, v5 \: B \% d& D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 n k' n& m( j: H0 T# ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- s, \) I7 z) JHow you suffered for you sanity, , k( q$ a6 d% z( G5 p% o$ f, h
How you tried to set them free,
* |) T) h8 E4 A( iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 z7 G" u& J2 G7 m. v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 j; T1 z' X9 n* {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: O( c$ l8 e$ _2 X+ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 v1 Y- |' P/ [6 X) U5 ]/ b9 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 w+ P3 a0 `0 v+ y
8 o: z$ A7 @. ~. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 r, k' i# c, o: `) q. IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* {, n" }8 D0 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 N0 {" h. c% _ _2 q1 P j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 i3 e/ ~& {6 i. Z' f k6 Z6 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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g+ _! v( E7 ?) s2 C6 F0 r) VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 V( j1 N7 j5 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, X' |* o3 Q; Q5 n- c% LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Z( H8 q4 c& m$ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % x9 z) H2 r. a0 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ ]; z0 q: V9 x0 N( l( C2 r6 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
( o v1 {9 c/ b% c' i* s: {* zHow you tried to set them free,
- |/ h% B+ m" C1 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
: R7 A0 z \8 O3 N9 e) { ~) q/ EPerhaps they never will. |
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