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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
V, ]5 M3 X1 D- P8 q2 c6 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, z7 @; {' ?1 b6 X+ x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* O$ T* v( ^* S" \# T9 r; W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ j* c1 u" q5 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* f$ v% v' {7 q( Z: ?0 z0 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 k/ H$ V) h9 j% F' k# b( mHow you tried to set them free, - B- I* X! s" \* H5 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - K4 O( B7 O* T; F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- t' ]: R, u' C8 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - {. L8 @% y0 j [ w- y6 [, }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 W- f% ^, O- q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * C. _9 ]0 ?4 l; h' ?. I( I
4 ?* W, X6 d5 D @- `0 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% _: [: e, B* gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; q- S( C0 v$ O( j8 h$ w" C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a2 v5 L u# F3 t7 N6 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
}8 C" |; \- `! ?) o( iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 D) P3 w' p! O+ Z; @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( k5 p4 R4 N, I! y0 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 E+ T' ~7 X& _, `5 Z6 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, X" Q: S; }* _7 e+ ~/ F+ vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" C; v+ N( Z v. X+ q1 r2 r- NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % c6 Y3 S8 T" r# @. O8 {
How you suffered for you sanity,1 \3 S; k' c0 L q J9 B- B! ]6 c+ |
How you tried to set them free, 8 \6 K( p1 ^/ X( y4 u1 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! W+ t5 W0 m6 y APerhaps they never will. |
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