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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 H. V) _# n# G; W3 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : c; ^6 Y5 m/ k0 Z# j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: y- c5 i9 k% lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . J F7 N2 m% F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* P) M* w3 J# e/ r5 [
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 i# e* D& z( P
How you tried to set them free, 2 D8 s8 H2 v$ t& T% ^) Z4 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 K/ }% B9 g) K; v# J. w8 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 N( X, V5 o5 r/ A( w- QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 C8 ~ K# E/ R& \/ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
T4 k" r' |( {! U; W- ^9 |. uWeathered 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, & @' X u+ o( M8 }( D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ^5 s+ w: b" K0 m t5 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - ?) I! G% B9 r% e9 A: p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; A0 Q! h2 W% i$ }0 ^! ]$ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( o8 K, L7 v0 {4 X/ w# V- |( R0 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: e& ^! O0 e( ?! ]9 y: t7 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. o! l& `/ Y+ U0 K) c: b! H; rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# Z! u5 Z0 E9 W' j, q) n3 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . z0 \. I; \, O
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ~) u' t% m: x9 x2 b6 Z
How you tried to set them free, + O( D e9 A4 A! e
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! H7 X% M* t; M3 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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