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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . I$ q5 o* j2 u9 v' F7 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 T# M5 p( | g4 K7 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 F6 t9 O' p; O A9 D6 `/ I; fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 z' u; ]6 q- s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# L; A) b: \( YHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 [7 r+ z4 {) z- u6 ]How you tried to set them free, ! p8 X) g( _" F6 s) j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 }4 y1 @8 V: l% R6 E" H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ?3 ]7 y9 ?( H4 H% R5 d+ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 o3 z" I u* @3 I% G) Y* {. CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 g7 w' r: {) k! H2 d
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,
% d$ w n5 s7 {# W1 k J s* tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' w9 z- G! j% H* K2 G3 B! c) A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , O: u/ c7 g; o. d3 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. K+ ~& m- m) [8 I6 `+ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 f7 @' K: {6 |$ I2 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, U4 f5 ?* K* V0 {0 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' o$ }6 G% E# z: N' l; {1 ?& b, MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. k* O2 S; F" _: j6 _* UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + N, H! E" Y. T+ B2 P. M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' m0 K8 t0 }+ U* u+ b3 ~) `8 E1 \2 M* eHow you suffered for you sanity,, L2 k# G2 T/ W6 `
How you tried to set them free,
/ M, I6 `! D3 i/ q4 I8 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 i+ u& Q/ j; b% g7 XPerhaps they never will. |
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