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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ V; l1 J( b% {6 a) k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 q1 ?, y% k" q; B, t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ g$ Q% [% l8 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 h: P7 e& X- @: V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 G0 H+ C! h: M lHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 o k' \& Y% j" f& B M$ C
How you tried to set them free,
% X T" W' g; s( O2 S; r2 e4 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * h! M! n( G' P" Z) a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ?3 J9 S; X. kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : G- u) b5 I V0 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: [5 s& v7 O/ \8 R. hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 N% T( E0 y+ X* B" \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 p& t+ I" d" R. WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 g7 j0 L: `' X* w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 b1 g- i! ?2 t, C- Q' a2 h, x7 `$ qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 K3 ?+ a0 g% e) b8 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / P' ~$ a" B( K, `+ F- i( c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & G: B% E' D2 s! ]6 c9 D# z9 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, G. C" m9 Q! f$ b$ P6 r" [
The 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,
& y" H( z! ^1 f/ f: VHow you suffered for you sanity,
* ?* I4 Y8 v8 x7 K, u/ vHow you tried to set them free,
e7 x' }7 a# [They would not listen they're not listening still, , D2 N/ y7 I; k/ V1 ]. a" a
Perhaps they never will. |
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