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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Y3 Q. s( ` Q' n+ X3 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# B; y% F7 k1 {% QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 [4 b8 Z0 n- N9 O" z5 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u5 Y, z+ i+ {; b1 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ]8 V5 e, b# r0 s) x* `How you suffered for you sanity, % i. L' ?8 E& Q& G+ f
How you tried to set them free, 7 `- a( y: z/ X4 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ]3 V y3 M4 k1 j b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + t( m3 K9 f9 j' r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ {5 v. T2 Q7 r: a5 r% _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' w* P- u: N# k* g A+ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: [' R9 l. f6 N* }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
_) u7 T8 H& g, _9 u2 i4 W) i& ]) xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 C* U ?6 Q& w% W/ G" b* ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 @5 p6 f( W. T" R! S" K4 y5 O- \+ r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( j1 `. O: r5 U6 {* ]" m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ? y- I% ^: P, h- X# XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ l' X0 Y5 p& K) b5 T$ TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 L8 X/ b3 \: u& q" n& nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ x+ U% J5 N6 n( C
|7 ]4 x: X& f# uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 K. q% d7 b W. ^0 f3 Y( r/ }
How you suffered for you sanity,/ v9 G7 @7 M& q; l% m2 k& D: r* q
How you tried to set them free,
$ f6 q( u a2 p& J; N @4 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, " _% L c# y; {" i% R0 F4 z7 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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