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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' o# R: ^0 H3 W4 r9 y1 S6 |: E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : n; w5 P- ^$ n9 x8 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 n6 u( {6 f+ m. q- V' T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % r* s2 e& ?1 L5 ^7 k& x8 V* S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 k2 ^" ?% h Z' m) N5 _9 V6 E( v
How you suffered for you sanity, " U k, O; }, P+ k' X
How you tried to set them free,
6 ]; Q9 D7 z0 ]( X! C& qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * O& s5 a: _" P# S, X0 y. T! G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ^ {3 i, J# k N) GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( _( y7 b! k1 Z: ]; n; S$ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 O+ q8 k: X( G- ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( i* z# v/ f7 N' A" }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, y$ Y% `% S% R' k J" z# o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ f2 u- {' Z- V" n& U& |- ]6 X2 m2 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ v5 F! s% I! |0 H$ h* }1 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 n7 W& o2 h4 D; B* I% ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ^ P9 F: V9 {% O2 ~, u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 w; m9 ]0 x( i; e$ h4 H. c1 i2 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 E3 l1 }) ~0 g& w; N& S6 Z$ fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 k" p; e- K& n4 L# wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 H$ M O8 x6 W* [9 W+ ]$ H' FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 y- a* ~5 l9 I( X* y0 \8 N$ P" `( R
How you suffered for you sanity,
c9 Y( c: j' d E p2 hHow you tried to set them free,
# R! n, S5 B/ u# P! I- m, H2 n, bThey would not listen they're not listening still, : ~, `, K' F; u6 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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