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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' d* k# i& ~8 ^' i. u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ l+ s: N3 D R2 d# Z Y- fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& V, [. P% e7 j* \8 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 f+ C9 o: p3 t. {( N5 |4 h0 F- S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Q4 n4 F( W# T. h
How you suffered for you sanity, $ l5 N3 D0 s# R) e/ p8 I( h
How you tried to set them free,
* ?4 v4 [9 D2 N* s ~; |* K' zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. x( N& V% v- \; R! Q+ Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% z! Q% t* [- _ v+ qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 X$ C" d9 h- o; J/ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) Y+ U/ w, L, m9 l% J7 `) @$ ]4 o: g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - T0 U& L3 j- p& j8 E
& j) a' Q5 T4 a) T8 V- wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ ~9 Q% k3 I4 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 p" e3 j7 V! vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 Q, a, e/ T0 _9 MBut I could have told you, Vincent, + l8 A* X% }; f9 |# x6 k: Y0 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( I4 L6 P- a1 T; ?3 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ~* @1 H, i- b" {2 n1 {: ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " G9 V2 G$ S% ?' P* }% g8 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + s7 N0 |0 S9 l3 f$ l4 B6 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # M! K. K9 P" G( ? ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " X8 V+ x3 L+ F8 C" [) z/ D
How you suffered for you sanity,2 F( x7 O% V6 f [; f
How you tried to set them free, 9 C, O4 U1 J8 A/ B2 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% B& B7 P% k7 P% qPerhaps they never will. |
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