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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 z! k9 ?$ I2 R) s) _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' }% g+ t3 P; z! w8 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% D+ e5 `3 s( ?, Y3 J) L& A( N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # ~ }0 c* a( s- v% a* P. b) f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 [8 ~' Y1 R' \9 c W, kHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 W0 d- K. a9 L# V cHow you tried to set them free, 7 o. c$ U( L; z/ C0 q& b2 F m3 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & u1 e( O: t% L6 C# H; i- M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 p# f% o" B/ L( S' ]7 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- }4 a! B3 \% e4 m+ b6 i K2 k+ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 w% x% Y! e- U' f. s N4 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ L( `7 U a& [+ M" Y* JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* f8 e7 b2 L, IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 i. Y% P- H- N# V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, e ^+ G# u7 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, + L7 P% Z$ n- f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# K% v5 Z$ T6 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . y2 r9 H" k) j/ z, Y* W$ T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% k; U7 T. D- \0 s/ z( _$ z" dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) Y% e& a7 x6 g1 Y Z0 Z9 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 b: J1 v, S' i2 S3 a
* J# v; s. ]& r# c# ]9 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . R: d" K: q2 g0 }; A
How you suffered for you sanity, C/ G2 h/ |+ M% j3 N% T
How you tried to set them free,
2 p5 f: Q7 I! B' A- b4 p( BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ z" C/ A O" w- NPerhaps they never will. |
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