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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ] r+ `5 U% u4 |; p/ Q5 `5 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( v( k1 @$ I& m$ u4 ?9 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% p# z2 S& W' K. {% s) g1 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 H/ w1 w# r3 @% s$ @2 M" |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 J a* v4 v0 ?8 u& @& VHow you suffered for you sanity, ! n- m9 a- d. T4 M D% j! F
How you tried to set them free,
: {- m( M& p' j1 E3 O `7 G* xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : l# g7 E. d# K0 U8 h* _7 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' i7 z6 \; v! t$ t6 d" mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 A4 Z2 j' w6 j& A- D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ Y5 G" U! q$ p4 Z9 L8 T7 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 K( v, B9 a% ~
1 p$ T' i7 D/ Y. Z* z sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / z/ Z2 h6 c. r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ]* ?6 E2 I- o4 `) q; mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ m- `0 V6 l0 c* i zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 F h; r3 s: H: M9 h% UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) A9 ]- J+ M0 E7 d4 T! Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : j: |$ R1 G5 d% I- r* P: H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 Q" w+ Y! V4 u9 x, B2 g" _$ rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 j. q# K2 d6 M9 E6 r4 h- X/ s! Z
1 t' r: T& q1 W# h9 V* f3 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # ~) G6 L E! |& L4 V/ d
How you suffered for you sanity,) ^7 t3 c4 U; \2 e. O/ X% Q
How you tried to set them free, 9 J, u$ E( I6 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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