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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # m' }% i# L. _% y; s) W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& b- w6 L0 d3 W( S; J/ m2 o2 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 S4 d1 o m' _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 P3 [: A7 W- _8 f3 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# U1 ]$ V) B8 V% X+ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 n6 |+ v4 A' t0 Z4 A. A7 N! r' G6 zHow you tried to set them free, , L4 K6 ~- Q \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
P; N/ E: }; ~8 l5 U/ j, KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 `8 e6 n8 V8 {: i% B! b" g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 X/ }) i/ V, D4 I) E$ C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; f3 J c4 Q9 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . |: m: l7 X# v8 U2 t
$ ^9 g5 F3 d$ ^ g+ n. W* b! I2 }; KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ~- i+ ^( _8 y3 H) w, NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 N1 y* d# d D1 C ]3 X n7 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 q6 g5 F: G5 s( y5 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- m4 l- A6 u- U8 m: x. VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' g7 s {4 M9 G* s2 a+ w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 i' O+ I" [5 o2 {( G7 k/ X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ]9 k( o! s: B, l# r6 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' l8 T t. @% t. R4 r6 i, g4 j$ G
The 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, ( p1 H L" [1 a& ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
% i( F1 m0 Z2 d0 l L* jHow you tried to set them free, 8 A, k- ^7 e" m, j3 g% B0 j( K# j& p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& |* i+ ]) T7 \( H* k' S7 I7 V# B+ vPerhaps they never will. |
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