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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 M$ \+ g/ v9 D9 t! q4 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 J# @* v1 y. L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 s9 L3 ]8 r" r, r W6 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ?2 t, b# \' n/ A) ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 \) X" h" i! q& O, D$ C; R% X, j9 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 J' [% J o; @/ uHow you tried to set them free, # U) K* Z6 D0 M+ x+ c" F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 X* I; X9 J& M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 l- e7 Q* h% ^6 X( O5 ^2 D/ D! S- @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 Q( w! o$ }1 f$ N: p D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 X8 ?& M E& _7 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 g1 B# y# B8 d2 S6 f& |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ @; o* Q! W) n! c; e* ]4 P# KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 X$ _3 O9 f/ r1 d( U" |You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ]/ l2 d. _) W/ M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 C5 k# p' ?4 z$ d6 k5 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" m" B! x* o/ _2 j, ~3 L2 _6 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 k* C% g* \# J# m# I' wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 y8 W+ G) O. k% N# O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) K% t3 m3 y* W& t1 `" LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , |. L. I, z/ | j% W
* P" C8 C5 v: {, A3 ~1 o( [! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* }4 h/ C2 I9 M! h1 t7 sHow you suffered for you sanity,! V$ A* h) a. n/ y9 z0 X3 x& K+ s
How you tried to set them free, ' L+ X$ v N" b0 h, O5 C* e* a4 G8 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; n7 |3 C8 B! c( N+ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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