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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v$ g( }% G% }# r4 B. f3 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- d) @( W% O: y! ?9 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 q& c N4 x% p u) ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Y y( ^4 k. K" a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& o+ }/ e Q! g& f
How you suffered for you sanity, ( g& k+ C; j, O4 L1 _' E+ H
How you tried to set them free,
8 C6 D4 U5 n2 O; A: [# BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ `$ F* i: }" b X7 v" Y3 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 b4 E% V. Q. L& e1 U5 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 V- H0 z8 I2 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. O, b- i) |: d* H% T" T9 iWeathered 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, 4 C! V- j# |( _( ] W( Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % _6 r; ?$ V }9 U5 ^1 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' W/ e1 M+ k/ D5 {. c" [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, \. i- a& J1 \9 u N* D8 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 A. b' i0 d6 e4 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 X, u2 I. Q: @. G+ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 i. V2 a" P9 x. j, s1 k! x- P: Y3 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* a2 i: V' M- M" aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 u9 p& U& Q, b4 i; i/ V$ h1 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- e' r) t. t0 U* m% GHow you suffered for you sanity,
) R+ }# W. i4 m5 [4 D( z( G: MHow you tried to set them free,
. Z7 P0 O' l0 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
" e, e9 H- A7 b7 i" d; K! ` zPerhaps they never will. |
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