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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 N% t, Y+ p! [7 O7 W% l- i7 D5 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 z! f' y7 B9 {/ M9 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 C+ W7 N1 j- Q. j RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- @( W; O; z( Z7 t% UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 ^" d$ g8 `& S( R' a/ t2 n$ J9 pHow you suffered for you sanity, . ^& I0 W; f+ s+ Z# L
How you tried to set them free,
: ]# U4 d6 F9 X L YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% A5 S' k1 Q- G" v3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 S" C5 k8 f; L" R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) d5 o1 G, t- \6 h5 s3 D* _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; i4 q# t- _$ \( ?; M! r
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,
& }3 h7 k4 b6 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) G' ?1 z- j" TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " e% g6 d0 m5 P! @( Y% V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
F! I& m; u% j& b* E, [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ {: C% x" k# E2 b: J/ L% WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 Y. R Y5 F1 c' d1 X! uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
L# ?- M5 }. V. SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 p( U7 N: m7 c* h* I1 M; a1 ?6 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; i6 u+ u N! A& G6 e1 b, Z
9 o$ f" A; T% n0 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 U# ?5 ?+ ]/ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
: T5 Z' p: D$ l5 b3 \How you tried to set them free, 1 H* ?9 w6 h! E" e& ^; }9 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 p/ t8 f$ ~- V/ \8 O0 R9 i% t) ZPerhaps they never will. |
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