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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! J k3 @, q. H* k& ~- r @& u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& B4 \; V0 P$ D, P( P' q9 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( k- u! M; S6 h1 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 Z6 _1 G0 B$ `/ ^) B/ n: tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: V6 H1 |( X) X2 r' N- n! z) ?2 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ f4 d) H; M/ b) q. _How you tried to set them free,
3 |- C) ]( C/ y7 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. P. {( Q' o( k+ c: f# J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 T; t) W! \7 v; N1 E C! ?! _6 Z; k- e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ]' @) e% @4 |9 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r* w0 m9 j! l8 j2 u% ~. q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 z) A8 Q# v% `4 H- s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . J( D V. k! R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 G `' j A' R$ C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& w4 J- K% }" D) `8 n3 k/ x2 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 Q8 Q( K1 i9 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * P3 W% b6 A0 A* R% Y S0 I$ A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) K5 I# _9 [/ m8 K( U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + e3 g$ T! a1 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) l6 w$ d- }& f1 c5 _' u/ w6 F! R) LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # c6 l) m$ e2 y/ H9 K
$ B4 ^! d5 }& ?) j. k a7 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , p0 n1 k3 p) z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, _/ ~- f& I, A* _0 p L6 PHow you tried to set them free,
i. Y s& b6 Q; c0 X& G, sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 i: j" \( R7 g Q5 [Perhaps they never will. |
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