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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * p8 j! }7 V# H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ^# l' V9 N% ?- e/ i& X# ?+ U7 } _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- u2 D. [4 K2 A: ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) B( s; K6 y! U- s' wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! `! I/ B) H, ]2 u+ Q! M3 g1 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 b! N$ P* v6 t* C7 M; [
How you tried to set them free, 7 a" T8 g+ A& H9 i6 |+ {1 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V" }! |& H, P- y) O; S; hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: Y1 W0 N: z3 v+ K. m# z. m, ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ?+ g# Q& v6 T3 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( _7 _% p0 \' g- R7 B9 N, e$ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' V5 u3 b5 s2 M$ F+ m( y& k& CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + q3 Z4 |" D2 z# z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 A* H0 l' l3 c5 D0 W8 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Y% u4 U* Y) J( |1 n. ]" s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. \- I8 B2 a+ L, n3 l5 P) JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 D9 M& N* `+ c( R# bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 l5 o# W1 |' t0 k1 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 K) @/ Y* _: V6 y: }, m Z1 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % [: |: _% \0 a: c. |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 X! z- f) y/ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
- o2 L8 H5 j& M6 ?: PHow you tried to set them free,
+ W6 }8 R( y. \2 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, i4 _/ M8 b% J1 b! qPerhaps they never will. |
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