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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; |" `8 V# A& |) r( q; L& r3 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" H5 j% g" _* t8 l, v) H! SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 C6 U+ \- h; _( n5 h Z2 s: VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( R& W$ e( ?- W9 W" c5 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 A. X C! p6 \2 ]8 }. z0 QHow you suffered for you sanity, # A% e& R& z& P: z$ J/ _
How you tried to set them free,
$ }& ~) d2 [6 d1 x' {: rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ `1 a( D' U" W: q7 E# I: z" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* D9 w/ S# A" C2 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 d o1 C$ M- z. ^4 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % \4 x6 \( @5 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! Q& b) @* I) w# i
0 o$ P$ e8 C9 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) J: V' C, \ q+ O4 [) ?8 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 g. g! I- o# {) m/ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ C( v- e2 p" q( o2 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, + O" D4 A: G3 q$ x% |" {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : V5 K: ~/ u/ ~; D5 H6 \' _/ [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * h" x- }* e' F+ B& r L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 A/ R: G: }! RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ c# M& R7 N& S0 L, e1 g; G0 K4 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' D; y" p: K. wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: q% [0 p3 Z3 C, z! ^7 W8 o( ~How you suffered for you sanity,5 p5 P7 o4 f& D0 i
How you tried to set them free,
) O' Y% m5 T( {! ?) lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 R1 w* e% `9 G2 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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