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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , `8 A- y1 }2 e" W# m8 i8 K1 c( W! `. ?3 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 r) `* r3 c, N7 I+ mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ {+ C4 t5 _( D0 X) l' @1 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 F7 w, N8 E) [- lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) O8 ^. ^- l V# m
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ?. n9 z; O+ Y! i2 y1 eHow you tried to set them free, & e/ `( E) i3 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # F z) E: b& ^9 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! l* Y5 s8 }1 E5 a; f: c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 i+ F+ d/ G" P/ d8 J, c7 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " l) @* F! p6 t2 C
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, . H! @$ T& J1 a( N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 n9 h! u) g4 S/ ^; g3 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + h; T" w+ O M# c( [- @3 o# ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 o; K& P4 q; r( S9 r+ o4 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ]) x) b: ?4 P. i% Y$ D
* F4 {! E( ?3 P" r+ C! k& _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 i' `4 N8 V1 f @4 W" a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 x$ G. P' u6 y- u$ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 o( {) r& W, W1 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 s) W0 e3 m8 t# ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - ~& Y) X1 @# c
How you suffered for you sanity,1 p" b, t9 B" r3 b$ p, s4 O
How you tried to set them free, 2 \, H! a' u }$ U# W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ I% \4 o- R( y/ K- aPerhaps they never will. |
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