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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: |' G( r: S4 Y% i1 y9 o/ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 E, e O" p7 e& d9 ^" w: xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* Y/ m1 n& v8 R1 i2 A- k: M. gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 p3 o a1 V0 a0 {! {& ?6 w4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, Y; t5 x3 N* z) p8 GHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 C) D D6 G* I1 X3 D
How you tried to set them free,
% l. F9 U7 {# t, ]6 k# @& l7 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& M, S' h7 T- p3 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& O8 a; X' N+ E5 o0 }0 s H9 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% C* T) |, I9 G0 V! I4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* `, ]0 U; N) O0 q; IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! k2 Z8 b% s+ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 q5 F" V! u! W) ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 @9 W' {/ i; G! Z2 m2 N* J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- f. y# B# s) HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; j+ p. h+ T, g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- v, X' J; b: a! K+ u) r( EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: g3 F4 v! d/ k$ _$ X0 B% OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |. Y; d C4 o% }3 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 w% O( b! s0 N9 L* sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : _, Y, q: Y# j- s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 {+ m: D3 P u" sHow you suffered for you sanity,. C- r* ]# A, `- Q6 @0 z
How you tried to set them free,
6 g$ K# c- [/ a8 B1 S1 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' G. a- w/ I x0 K) _
Perhaps they never will. |
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