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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. A0 e( ]' o2 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 m' M$ h8 { L6 v6 Z7 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; I- g+ Q- @4 K& w3 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% o. N9 c- ^+ `* [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Y' q- K+ i' L- d. Q6 rHow you suffered for you sanity, " J4 [1 k! }! a$ Z3 d4 U( I
How you tried to set them free, : C, U( \" C% \! v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ?# {9 k( P' t. t: M3 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# P% U( p7 l$ U' KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; r$ \/ |+ Z, E% S1 W& ]& e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ J/ ]! t# y* N5 S/ U0 E. `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, 3 G5 a, O2 Y, `6 C! X$ C0 u% y" x6 s( ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; A7 j" h+ b: q/ k \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 I( n9 F. L' N5 R. n
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( h3 ]. ~3 T' g* q0 D3 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- {5 i# Q; ^6 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 s$ m: v0 I: |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
U" ^! v, q" p+ i! H) A: N ~0 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 p- e; K( l4 Y% ?/ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 w3 w- {8 S7 z
How you suffered for you sanity,$ g5 k+ B7 b, a; }5 f5 d
How you tried to set them free,
4 Z4 s6 ^) T/ q+ sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) ~0 W: F0 E! ]Perhaps they never will. |
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