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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, {; d6 O9 L* k: k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 C" g8 Y3 d) E* V$ T4 ]% e/ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 T: b& E/ ~6 |/ ?; F1 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' }; v, V6 r. H% ^$ K ]. ~& H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* C3 C8 f' n' f8 _9 Y" B
How you suffered for you sanity, / V! e+ A1 E1 x3 G5 W" X
How you tried to set them free, # G/ P, x( L4 |! x; S/ z5 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 P$ B4 {2 u% C4 p# y Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 L" l. C" H5 P8 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 A3 X: K; \% Q/ l0 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 E- | u& j) e5 x/ N
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, ! v5 {# V2 v5 k/ z; E, |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 R' B% X0 [4 s# \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 D4 Y4 e! R0 g" [, k+ m7 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- _2 s& Z8 a6 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. ^! T- t7 g- \% W; f7 f' gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# i: c7 p8 w# i! |2 X6 I% @( T$ [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " c- K4 N2 U+ O x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& p" V* k7 Z) X6 c( {% z0 a: d$ bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 @3 r! I. t% D: ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 o( [7 }: ^8 O
How you suffered for you sanity,: i8 ]9 ~- Q3 I6 ^, Y. X4 ~# c
How you tried to set them free, % [1 r8 h _6 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 }8 U. J: M$ E: U7 b8 c3 zPerhaps they never will. |
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