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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Z) c: l" L+ |) L% z3 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) X' y$ q R" Q- o2 g: i5 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% q4 I+ s/ Z6 I# o9 h( c6 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 f! {! s* N/ L( _. V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; P6 n/ U7 i4 r8 mHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 d3 s& n) p2 O0 R8 d4 A: F
How you tried to set them free,
/ J( v3 s$ @! G4 b3 E$ j' J7 c! LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; d4 ?& M$ t) ]/ E" @1 H0 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( b) I! N) ]. d# z7 M$ CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + l7 k; [ m3 T/ g6 v7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ V( V7 w) E3 M! P4 C% P' {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& Y- n4 J. {# G3 n' lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ n. @ n* a, \4 d0 i4 x; d* f- }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % [/ Z; u) ^9 K7 h) C; x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) k; K; G1 A$ L- L) z, Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 T. t' ^. d# I; [+ f: O5 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) O9 y: U" E1 Q+ L) j b- p, d8 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ S$ r2 }) s' P, {* HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 J X( `* R' oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 C# w5 k' B* |1 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" \2 a9 i8 p3 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" W4 L: h. R7 T+ q7 U. e& yHow you suffered for you sanity,; D; ~1 e) o, |1 A
How you tried to set them free, 4 e n6 h. q ~: Q# w( P
They would not listen they're not listening still, # g: @3 o/ _8 v' x4 q* E& ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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