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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, G% H S. ^6 l* m5 Z' N, bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ a' D, n3 j( rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( X+ O1 v( Q$ }' @+ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! k k8 l, }2 z, i3 t* r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! X' U4 Y \$ r9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
* Y8 }' |8 T5 C0 a; O( fHow you tried to set them free, . j5 [$ @3 X; k$ \7 G! I; R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - E: Q+ c/ b! T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ n& f* U1 o' L$ O) h7 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 G, [0 ^5 b5 D) m; u$ g- U# VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ^! P; U1 I' S6 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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W; ~' B5 h, E; k" ^1 `: v" j8 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 w' `4 w" A* [: O1 S, H4 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: r5 e3 i6 q, J1 ~$ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : F, ]% C" j- `8 c7 ^& s8 \9 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) u: O; {: p# S: U* J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 B; t( G9 |* H4 ^& O' Z1 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ g0 K, Q4 [2 r; M! SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 `" R% G8 w# \8 W! [: f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( [2 q( ]; P! b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 E* G, @+ n3 v/ I
8 d% c8 G, B& J2 D. F( S0 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 K5 m9 u" D" `* \5 j. B
How you suffered for you sanity,# J, N' `* K2 j5 ]
How you tried to set them free, " I! S1 L& Q) R: a, e
They would not listen they're not listening still, % R! `* a h" w3 h2 Q1 h8 A5 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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