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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' x( m9 P- T/ e! t& L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 { I( `& Q4 I9 r7 J% JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# P% _' K" n3 J+ \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
v; \7 W* f# N" nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ~- z% Y6 {4 E! ?How you suffered for you sanity, - e4 k# M j$ B/ y) w9 u
How you tried to set them free, ; H5 T+ I/ m; ^- @5 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 J) }/ N% t& N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & t# V9 s# x+ |2 K9 I' ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' S" w- W! |& c8 x, m0 A% X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 @* e9 g* P9 D# l( O% J* v1 e
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,
+ Z: K9 Q, Q4 r* l0 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: V* E& q8 P; L$ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ~; f5 _' f2 D- q, B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. \7 ?9 X- W: F% h; V: sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ]# C9 u8 V- r6 E$ R: z& O. X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * r4 _$ G6 c/ n6 M0 i" x# ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 m5 N1 y: m1 a! X2 ? F/ BThe 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, ( R" v# U! @& w$ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,. L: a) w$ r# u" L. f2 d" c5 ]
How you tried to set them free,
. ~" F2 [- I. cThey would not listen they're not listening still, % W5 R3 r6 R& w: l5 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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