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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ b; ?3 V( ^& A( ]* p) QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : I$ {, Z& Q0 X* t( b/ l" Q, h* O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 B4 R. q* |: {" o' ?, C, n) Y! uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ A+ y5 t" F. b) W$ u$ P5 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 h( t/ W3 B6 u+ Z* jHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ?4 f7 }# q- l) F0 \
How you tried to set them free, ) s. }* [* Y% J: A7 L5 r7 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % Z% G* E* m. c9 i9 `6 S& B4 h% a" w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Y: D0 e; R! A3 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - F$ z j6 V" h" N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + [+ y! y* n, @) Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & R( b1 C$ A* @+ h& v$ U% h U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
P7 V7 A( X. m1 g: B, y8 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 l7 Q. d2 [7 f3 y8 F1 f6 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Y1 v7 E& ?. Q6 _1 Y; rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ D; @7 o4 I) O8 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 v7 t8 c$ O+ z' V, Z5 d+ ?+ _, ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " h% X+ w9 \3 l# I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 l/ A/ H4 G* ~* m0 \) y$ R; YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- ~5 }* P" u& d6 ?, @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ^; S7 ^1 M* `1 R- N$ b$ yHow you suffered for you sanity,3 y% y3 S+ {$ D( [2 J
How you tried to set them free,
2 w5 L: w. p- x' GThey would not listen they're not listening still, . F5 b% e1 t( U) _% Y/ d' @
Perhaps they never will. |
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