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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
P' J/ y8 h' aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 H+ y* _3 h% TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 W8 W9 e8 e0 E+ X4 _$ N. lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 V2 J- e1 s3 E1 T+ D9 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. \" I& G- v9 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
* p1 Q3 W: x/ r* b1 u9 W& Z9 lHow you tried to set them free,
6 h( L2 Z8 k# P# g; IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" r2 P) B: E' |* U6 k- jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , Q/ o5 q* `8 Z. o1 J# u* H; f, N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; @! p. l9 x- l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 X1 r9 B }/ K+ M- H) Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) ~0 p$ `' Y* |" v& I0 r2 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 v5 f) N. ^2 r' A: s9 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) j' y# t6 \8 h/ ^. i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 k$ F7 a: w+ k# H) w
But I could have told you, Vincent, - f) F9 r4 B7 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " e; J3 {- R1 \9 K& k, d* C4 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; ^$ y' I8 ] c, W$ w8 ^! D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ L) B9 \6 [1 F$ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 K, h! [; A: M* B3 h8 i1 H# w% oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 t+ o- T0 Q6 C0 u1 v! H
/ P9 G( l$ X6 Q# u' x2 q; SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* ^ P3 X6 x( N3 U' Q) MHow you suffered for you sanity,3 i5 ~" t* U, Y7 M: v, D
How you tried to set them free,
4 [* \ I! f7 G- v! qThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ s' X- m, Y( S0 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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