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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # w( w3 o( C& u+ I+ [' e' T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( T7 _0 |& Q7 z5 C2 R) M a/ w6 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% y: a! C' e4 C9 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 X, W* e5 ^0 p( N$ TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* J# Q) s( t6 r, z! l P# a
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 e; r- p- J/ G+ ?0 EHow you tried to set them free, 8 O% o S1 U) G& {* r% U: N% M* }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* X. g) X5 o/ H) NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / m8 ]. `5 e' G8 K* |$ \5 `/ h) j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & P$ R7 H$ m: @& q* i4 t* I3 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
b1 c. e0 s" y2 n+ UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 S) a2 e) a8 V- F- PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! w+ Y8 @* u* r: s. U2 y% y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ]$ E5 { Q, W5 S/ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 p. x$ v* p* V( ~3 Y2 x( g) S% aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 o. i2 [. e9 F0 B7 B& c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , C! a+ J- x7 C6 R7 L( X* c: w4 u: T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% |: T. U, ]% n, bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ p* r% W; L9 f% [$ F/ oThe 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,
4 m3 Y, |! }5 v3 _2 v! h0 aHow you suffered for you sanity,% J0 \ U: M( ~& l# W1 V
How you tried to set them free,
' `+ g4 F; {6 C: i! {3 o) }7 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ f0 Z5 o( c! @2 JPerhaps they never will. |
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