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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 X) |5 [' t# q& }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ^* E; ?0 ]) O" r- CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' N2 _* ]: B s& q! C% CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ]" v/ r" @$ u3 D1 E* Q7 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z" u4 a' ^& ]2 ]: \" ?0 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 ]& e& L9 [6 M- B. z7 \: w
How you tried to set them free,
6 Y, l$ M3 z+ \' y* b, pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 D5 ~! T+ ^4 L Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: I+ h. t" i* ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ A( U% D) x4 s$ D+ d# `& [, }& t! d- Y7 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " n# Z7 H% c3 U' y! D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; C7 c# z( e5 ^: b, L, Z- J8 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 y' E f4 H7 o% Q7 z& JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 u& ?" ~0 ~2 G* m) N0 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 {. Z! e7 _/ u; z; _: h) h" h; P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# A" B# H0 W* [& {" Z) J! QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* V) g$ M0 r9 T* cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 H/ ^8 K8 ]5 N; U3 Y8 Q8 L; q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 C/ n( _6 J0 a- J0 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 R- J; G! S4 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! b7 P1 A8 V/ Z0 b C: L* n. dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' |4 | p$ b O; \4 }$ C" G
How you suffered for you sanity,( o3 U* H$ M& z0 O1 r/ e- ]
How you tried to set them free,
% C4 t8 |3 s0 u# y! @, CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) ^; T( }2 z3 w0 Q; _2 U! c7 M& p
Perhaps they never will. |
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