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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ j0 f; z# y& E6 y8 J% x) X- DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# O+ S, `3 I& r! R9 {. v5 t4 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
^- J* T2 {$ v& f" O& m- NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( z% h# @) i, C: a* GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, [7 e# l8 O, u, }. R
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 A) F9 H% x/ r
How you tried to set them free,
. b/ U) d: `* y5 @2 y" ]0 `* KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Q3 L* }0 L S( o/ @, m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 V% k: q/ x! m( ^/ ~8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 q' ]7 b* p" D9 s& e) ?% F( n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% l- b% s1 k% c4 Z: O6 Q& \8 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - t. I3 M, n: V0 ?9 d3 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - h* c, M; ^) T' I! G2 J4 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ]4 W- h/ p) `/ A; v5 i& Q. XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 y7 t) A2 Y: U+ u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 y; L8 X9 ^0 m3 a8 k5 ], x' ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& R! L$ e* M& z: c4 ^! Y& sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; V& o5 }9 h- O+ ?7 G! N! @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 B! m9 |* I8 K% @% g, ^! ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; b5 e r$ A. i! T: DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # [% e% d3 k6 K5 ]( k
8 J$ B5 F! k/ O4 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; S8 g6 @7 W$ ^7 [* p4 I% pHow you suffered for you sanity,3 M0 T' Q6 r8 a* B
How you tried to set them free,
' U5 h: F0 g1 i$ i2 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 C- {. N8 ]& t# b
Perhaps they never will. |
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