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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 l) T I9 e6 _: W. p% ]9 ? H3 p% ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( W. G3 {# A- ?* L# IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ a. r$ x9 t7 M5 b5 [' @) z. w4 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ a) }- H9 a3 |& rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 B" W: e! }5 V, e* B- [7 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
- b2 }+ G& s' k) q ?2 K) S& MHow you tried to set them free, e1 S# ~; H4 Y3 @9 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & O7 X9 o4 i' D! E4 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, @" K. t8 h+ I: b4 G- Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 R2 w) j" N9 m- |9 |3 A7 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & c$ m0 }+ Q- j, j9 a, Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 g3 t: U% o/ S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( u- E! M9 R' |4 W% G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- F5 r1 c: a( b2 S) D* [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ V; l5 F7 |9 e6 r6 M& p9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ^0 K2 |* B! R5 s* a- lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 b1 \7 K( B4 ^6 i* ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 n* e2 p4 }0 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ X& K9 F; z% c0 t2 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 `" t* c' a- G. q* p AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 E$ X1 z! D* x% sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / F0 s* K- a" z0 I
How you suffered for you sanity,- z. y8 J: H; j5 n1 j
How you tried to set them free, ! R! g$ K6 a2 y' S' i9 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, - _/ D' }/ A F8 ~+ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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