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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * f5 f7 O! c7 U- D) y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 o/ i$ C8 C) j+ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) K1 h6 `" I/ g2 E. D8 L2 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 k! u3 ^ s/ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! |8 H7 K' }$ j% F# W& aHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 @. f2 Q$ ~% b7 l# f
How you tried to set them free, . W7 [, K# x0 M+ K( I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 s$ F( G0 | V. L7 Z: l7 q9 Y+ M, _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % g& z5 \. h. Y0 \; j" {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% {8 x) ]% v, Z! ~" _6 o0 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 x; _: l3 H1 z! [+ N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 s* w9 e8 ^" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & G- M1 b' H, H" E, e. _6 x( X9 o0 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! w3 y3 c$ U2 b/ V3 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 @% \0 b" R0 l7 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 | v C6 w i9 e* M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : c9 _; k+ b2 u2 ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ]+ p$ l4 l1 ~! _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 V4 I* c5 ~. _' O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) \) w# i, E" t: j5 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " v9 y4 _. F3 _! z# K. C4 M0 }" ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) j+ W. f7 @ A. N& uHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 f, i0 f" D2 j8 i2 kHow you tried to set them free,
4 U9 y6 c6 v5 _+ OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 s3 m; V. S; l# ^6 {$ {/ t! M [
Perhaps they never will. |
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