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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ?% M- V9 m/ Q$ I ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. k5 U& ~& r$ f/ z( jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 {/ B5 K3 ]# f+ `* Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. l9 H3 g$ O. r- F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ _4 Z0 w& c( }
How you suffered for you sanity, ) `0 Q6 G8 y. i/ @
How you tried to set them free, 9 W2 W$ E5 M7 ?2 e9 \7 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! E7 P' E6 V/ }) p8 k' J% q3 a/ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ R+ M0 [2 @, n s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * c8 y2 G# P. k- j/ e! b+ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 J9 m: h, Z4 [% B* c. O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * [7 ]" C7 ^0 f( \$ a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & l) D3 D0 J2 x% `! m( ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# s, P- ~- O0 |/ ?; T* R& ]7 d# aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 t# u& O" @% M4 {) o$ c- y/ mBut I could have told you, Vincent, - v# |' P4 t- E9 u, \$ w$ @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / k9 F% D- A0 n$ z" O" i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, M4 b F* c6 V- D6 X+ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 z) q( l( J; ?6 _/ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ C' b0 y) D& k% D; P4 e( _- S+ I! E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) \4 n, M+ M6 o- I' B2 Q# u+ l
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 D5 v% B* j1 j. sHow you tried to set them free,
4 i' D1 y, B y9 K* C# q4 E0 k# \5 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, - g, J6 N( b( O+ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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