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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' S) ], P1 `+ w& ]- e/ G; G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) b( A/ t( R( V7 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# U8 K% c' Q# |0 J% GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! \9 `+ [& w) H% v! c& @, e. n% J; ?) S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ f1 g8 o8 Z' I
How you suffered for you sanity,
& t3 e" m/ K* R+ m$ }: wHow you tried to set them free, - {) S% b4 o3 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 D- ~) Y# @, a3 j- s7 Y( q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ R- R3 q7 L* g2 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 d# B1 k, y9 s! g+ b6 g VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 P: X! T' O; i8 F5 j: nWeathered 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, ! o( V9 x0 v" ?, r ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, B+ G X S2 n" i* HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , a) ]4 J+ o n% q9 U) A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& f R" p! ]! d2 k" l2 {" FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( y8 Y" _) y$ r+ y- `* J- D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; \7 a$ ?0 P( s& T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 K7 A, z3 V/ X2 _/ e+ _' TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Y4 ~) s" y6 L( u! ~ }1 ^, ?$ |( WHow you suffered for you sanity,
( {) \" p6 h5 ^0 PHow you tried to set them free, 8 R& ^. P2 _5 r* L" R$ G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ]2 E( K4 W# D+ L
Perhaps they never will. |
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