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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: T2 D8 r# _ {, \1 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 a6 `2 e3 M9 Q0 ~7 j6 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," z$ a" z2 [' A' E& C+ `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 t" S2 ?+ {1 g4 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ M" A( @' [5 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
# |/ Q7 \/ g( l; M5 }* JHow you tried to set them free,
) j8 u+ V1 K5 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& F8 ~ X/ ]/ m$ l0 b; I" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / t. E. \9 F/ E) h: c# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - a: P; Y4 d* f, k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; i/ r8 X2 C/ I; m0 `8 P
Weathered 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, & b3 _; [% a) T% b6 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
g( f* @ Z, N+ z. XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 i0 _9 n+ ^7 c3 K( A- y
But I could have told you, Vincent, : A% W/ c6 k8 Y1 p+ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 I1 g+ `- Q5 a! a s& R/ F: r, Y
% x0 v& K; r3 J2 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ r; P: ]( l( ?7 @# {2 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : W U F5 l- a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ~2 `5 B3 n ]0 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - [! _# ` n8 [* Y1 u8 ~) W
How you suffered for you sanity,. Q% S" y" V+ @+ W# D
How you tried to set them free, 0 |5 _3 H8 m$ p s- s5 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ b% I, u* y$ K" WPerhaps they never will. |
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