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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " H4 {8 z& b1 [. S" R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - s& F$ }1 c4 f" J5 p9 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 \$ I/ x7 \7 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 }1 X! W; g I: J$ [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( X1 ~# N2 m" w% U5 CHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 S/ Y, Z( n# P; G% o
How you tried to set them free, 3 k; K$ A# t2 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " a% T: c1 ^. B7 l8 x% Q9 { p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" {$ B! x) R2 z3 }( d! y% @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; M! F# j4 G9 B& [# r: g+ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
?6 q( f+ y1 n, u; D5 l. bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ~( X: T4 [8 s( y, A6 F# t) T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ K5 |7 f& P' i) [- l1 l$ i8 x) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* L0 e& J! |- B# f& y0 x/ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 X. \( r$ q7 x' P% o
But I could have told you, Vincent, - |% n/ q6 ?1 w2 j& Y; c& b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 t+ v" C/ d* V0 e. ~5 W% n0 I6 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ]8 d; N z$ V: S; n- q7 |2 D1 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / L2 k! j% O" B: v1 y @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( [% I5 O5 ~/ s" ^6 Z' u7 ^& fThe 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,
/ S7 e2 I& K, C! }, PHow you suffered for you sanity,8 e) b# t: c% t
How you tried to set them free, & P5 a, {( e+ d ^' g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- w& H4 n/ M+ k. f5 BPerhaps they never will. |
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