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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 w; w4 S# j8 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! M/ X' F/ q( @! Z K4 D1 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 V5 [2 D. u( Z6 I/ W% ~/ Z! j( rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; V n! }+ P' d& PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: C( ~, Y$ w' [( k& `9 y- q( x
How you suffered for you sanity,
( q3 S' a$ o; \7 a' L- N/ ^$ CHow you tried to set them free, 2 y: ^5 C: I& ]" ~; i# o2 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 } S# ]4 V1 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * O/ {: i3 D8 e* l6 b9 g2 Y5 W# V. u$ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 R2 t2 t# [* c0 @ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z' |1 F; c4 l; [# k
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,
: h: G ~* Z# ~5 g; tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 |' t+ X4 R' DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / {% M) F x/ u* e+ |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, a6 M, O/ G- R0 S9 ^% t+ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) m/ J5 f" p' u6 ?, _' r5 f6 X
0 m% {! b# E* j8 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " x e X8 I1 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' }, ?3 e I+ z: s: _" U c! a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
B, Q. o0 C+ pThe 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, - z2 t$ h& X, ?! S
How you suffered for you sanity,5 l" m f. C" ]$ c5 y3 S* y- b
How you tried to set them free, 7 ?/ E* U# S6 e4 g# Y2 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, . J4 _9 N6 k j! y' d- j
Perhaps they never will. |
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