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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 n- s! B O2 \ `2 e) P' L7 j; uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 q* b1 Q; a$ X6 L. ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ O/ h# f/ v6 G! h/ b: FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * K7 y1 n6 r0 l9 d4 n/ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ~2 z8 F @+ M, {+ w, t) ~How you suffered for you sanity,
; G9 u$ @* g3 c6 s; p% A: g" ~How you tried to set them free, - `. X+ }! q1 X+ G* q" G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; V1 G! | q% W# ^9 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. t9 w3 g9 s4 k ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ~2 A+ c+ ~. T! T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " F5 c1 X4 S) }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 q: e8 t. X; c! V7 {) d# Q4 D
$ d% T* z& h) ~. K0 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ?. R8 Y9 Z1 q/ w+ o( z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 g3 a6 l- n5 s# m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % Q) f; S5 G/ D& p; X$ ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, " g+ ^% a" n( {8 a' [( k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , G% ^0 v& N, S0 q& W1 c- [( h `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; j% q2 b( J6 W; r- K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 X$ B" s8 i/ C& o/ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g1 Y6 o& e7 }' k6 Q! dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ?* K# s8 _4 |! d+ G- ? Z6 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: N) v; E# z- c$ ~/ f: R) v$ W* R _How you suffered for you sanity, R( O5 V+ |3 A* q5 h3 w
How you tried to set them free, ; K4 ~4 t6 h0 I+ T! _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# y& @6 [) R" d# ePerhaps they never will. |
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