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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- D0 r- X0 `' |, s6 `! Z$ ?4 q: V, HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . U% f! s+ h/ \9 X' v! ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ u/ G% v/ ~& YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' V2 [$ z H& G0 W ]- ~" D0 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, D0 b2 n; x/ e* l5 R* jHow you suffered for you sanity, ' F4 ]% Q- O. ~; p( O# N9 [3 K
How you tried to set them free, n, o: y; H( z. d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ~+ R- |9 o& g9 L$ i5 e6 p1 O+ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 M: f# n; {- N$ a0 R" O7 Z; hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Y* a1 s/ h9 T3 S7 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* X1 l" M* G* N; s) j6 ]: I/ x8 M/ KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 K: y1 W: Z. r# p' }+ ?9 i" E9 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 S0 ]' y5 ^- D6 h7 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 I0 [5 ?1 F9 ^5 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- j0 P$ D# h0 F3 S$ E% S: `9 v9 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' \; v q4 F* f( E$ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , x# J( t+ r' @9 k! e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; G6 U6 ]" l. i+ \* {4 ~& Q. @* u/ q% x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & b' ^% a7 F6 w# L- ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ^# J8 Z- N( s# K/ c" \! d
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,
0 c& X0 o' D8 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ C# E% `! V% ~) I6 r3 yHow you tried to set them free, 4 i ]- ^ I1 C; k
They would not listen they're not listening still, # D* ?1 s& t& [0 [5 i: h8 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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