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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 n4 i& u6 R. E6 h0 e5 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% p8 K1 @' m% M$ C" G0 j f- QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, P, B- y3 m& w; u& _) D, b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ l V& x8 ]6 `2 @2 C1 t: q" ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" V- V9 d* k6 nHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 Z! c4 `! O' w' h4 v
How you tried to set them free,
/ x+ [ q) a7 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 R* X. A: d6 n; K/ v/ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . H, W l: A4 d0 F& A( n* _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - t2 J- v8 X; l* d% h% b% K% Y4 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ^7 z5 W9 T4 ^9 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . c5 v' a' o' ?( ?( d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( `5 P1 t$ \: RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 A5 b7 P& N. q5 s, x6 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, . W7 C# P; c% N, c5 \- d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ?" s4 A( o( M0 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * B5 ?5 m c% c% J, z6 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( M5 z+ l* F) V3 O5 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Z# }" [! P+ Y) |7 }( f; T$ [* @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, 4 [4 k- X* d0 a+ `5 j
How you suffered for you sanity,) X% R6 o3 G$ {7 W
How you tried to set them free,
: ^% v; e' u- w! T9 I s$ k1 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 g! w* G4 T. k1 K( V, _- }+ ?) \3 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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