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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 \7 O# |+ s9 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. o. S9 I( t5 j7 S: a( eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Z* f4 y! X; VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 |2 R$ H- n, ]1 j; ~; i5 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, K# I: Z! w( i% A4 T$ w0 w3 @: R
How you suffered for you sanity, ; E2 F& s/ `7 w4 [/ c
How you tried to set them free, 1 _: ^& R$ a* h/ C3 O, Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. P% f% p; j# F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 f+ Z2 `& ?, H2 w$ O2 c- }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 m. l3 I t" ^% ]* C9 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! m) v1 Q7 b& h7 o3 C" e" r3 S, JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' w ]2 O# J3 Q8 ^* A! L' z# hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 y6 Y- _9 K' g" B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ D A8 Q/ P B: ^0 g; Q# aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ t/ e5 v& M, F3 Y2 j! w. G# ?% z9 T$ aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 t, I" [* A2 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, L J. ~2 q7 G5 V1 `8 J- SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" l; [% k* N7 _; g# b8 C% gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' B# C* k) h6 W: a/ N) G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" n6 {! U, [: _' y, I3 R- V uThe 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,
5 o2 y" ~% I/ V6 ~. [% ?7 } QHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 v% z+ u! B R5 r& P: THow you tried to set them free, 0 O" c: b+ u9 j$ y+ Z1 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ _! S, g; P2 Z3 Y% m
Perhaps they never will. |
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