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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 t: |( U$ K& ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ w. S9 V5 v% k- i4 {$ s. d; fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 c/ u0 _, Y" z: H9 s3 j! A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 K# U/ B- Y9 p# \7 C$ X0 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# l S( K& T3 p3 i. Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
# o% ?" a, f7 ~9 Y* ~How you tried to set them free,
9 Y5 W: {" T {" ?2 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 r/ A O2 P0 [. C) l0 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # j6 g$ n- |1 Z3 D# w! W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ^9 c7 V) [6 O) V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 U. c0 V( H+ i5 S: }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , f: W( j; N- A0 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& \) @! v) U: w6 y3 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 c+ d2 }" J4 C7 Z8 a' QBut I could have told you, Vincent, # |9 [' D: A! e2 p7 |4 o8 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ w* |5 d3 ]$ A+ r; p, x' l) c
" t" u" T: J8 P7 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' h' q( X- _- S X+ R! s" lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % J- t3 M* N: W! Z! T* L; z" W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 N. A* Q7 k! l# r/ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) T5 D8 b: H; b; a0 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! Z' L+ e! }) y, D8 |! N7 o3 ~How you suffered for you sanity,, v% m; a0 m# D* e. {; d6 d* K1 _$ {0 s
How you tried to set them free,
) b4 X. D% X- |# A- oThey would not listen they're not listening still, - Y, V1 p k r3 P" K/ C. ~% d
Perhaps they never will. |
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