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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, C$ u# e. Q3 J. I& K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / {1 e2 y; R" n/ Y. j* f9 ~3 B: Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, g- v' y6 c$ ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 z% |* r: @0 K+ E% N& O: WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ?4 n# E( b: b. u5 p' BHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W9 ]( Q3 l" c- l" t1 cHow you tried to set them free,
8 w' s; G. u+ v4 M" w! O8 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ ^: J7 v, ^4 o! \2 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , _/ h8 Q. ?2 f: N6 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + R4 p7 q; s4 h! P' ]3 J9 J' W a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& V# g2 A3 t& B. p) \1 P! jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) A: q) U6 r9 s0 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 v) ^ ]5 V1 b/ p) K& G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : I, ~, }- ~% B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! _, ]# A: O9 I6 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ `, u8 o. ^8 \6 C& Q0 E1 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % O" i* }4 ^" `& U8 w! w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. f% J" F. q' L) Y' K# r2 _0 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 s% J+ @- E# r1 Z" fThe 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, 2 @7 l; v( ^6 s: a: }: [- S
How you suffered for you sanity,6 L. B0 a- F2 l/ B
How you tried to set them free,
% g2 l2 D- B1 U( N% nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& h$ e$ r- e5 N* UPerhaps they never will. |
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