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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 `; [) A! o5 W1 X% y$ |; R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 N/ B1 I* @6 N" E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: o; \! G6 R8 K. Y8 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Q# j% c* u4 T( ?- H& D- Y0 P2 g0 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ V. q. E. E2 t% w1 T# _! }
How you suffered for you sanity, , S! r6 U* V5 B; r+ Q
How you tried to set them free, & ~1 k! p+ ]) g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Q% W H; s" ]; V+ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% C5 r5 N! Y3 j) g- e. bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% a' s0 s$ t' |( i2 ?7 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ^9 ?' q. @, u7 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & @1 U8 ]1 g9 Q( S0 k
B& f4 |2 P/ `$ x3 b3 o' s- UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 P6 f- a5 e% d: y* PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ~2 D$ p6 M( H |$ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& c' ]' A$ Q# h9 Z) L( n- X8 S0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ V; |! D2 q/ q) h) tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 C( k5 z& {: F' X P+ wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' s; s$ G% @. G) o# `. l3 W3 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * P5 l# h7 m' ~: y2 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . q3 @& a1 H1 Z& V# A$ M2 G* j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, T/ _& F0 x6 |) [( g& q5 S/ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
; d# o m2 ?2 s; zHow you tried to set them free,
* B8 [1 K" X* N7 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, # b& h$ E# ?+ r5 ] n
Perhaps they never will. |
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