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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " d% o4 ]- N5 z) n, y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, v3 Q" m0 S& zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% {/ g2 M) t4 q' b* ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) B, x8 r$ n3 y( P3 q/ S5 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, y7 u/ W# G8 b8 G. ^
How you suffered for you sanity, / N3 F# o1 U. |2 ?/ O- y
How you tried to set them free,
* B- g, m5 J2 l5 c5 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 z& F, [( a6 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 N. f: `; m4 P0 k* U# V P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 x L4 l+ t# e7 Z* ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 O- n/ m0 A* q- Q4 O
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, 5 P; z1 K' q; i/ l( y* Q3 Y, S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * T" I+ @( l4 O, O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* S* i- [8 m/ Y; R3 ? g3 E3 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l. K+ `# r+ l' w- e5 U; wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; i3 I6 [1 y( I# b8 X/ f5 b8 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 K A3 [5 V6 a; \4 N* a: YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! O/ _' h: L7 b2 i E5 \+ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & M# J+ v; ?' u, N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; j0 _2 L& ]; t+ f1 E/ q+ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 _ B9 G4 i" ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ l. r& F' T; \: @% pHow you tried to set them free, , d' q8 b5 D( L4 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, / ^& t' E5 `6 ~6 W2 ?4 X2 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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