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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 J: U% n6 e& D1 w+ q# [1 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! P" n: f' B9 B! ~- X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* p4 c* y- A, |9 |2 Q7 F! g. b. |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ L! B; |9 h% X4 i+ @3 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# O M" K4 N) @. N0 R3 c
How you suffered for you sanity, - ]1 h$ d3 y9 N, o
How you tried to set them free, % V/ |5 i) x9 X# ?) e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . ]* y; ^/ m) z0 f7 X: ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) J# u$ `% ?3 c4 _$ L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, M3 {+ D% t2 c5 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& G% l) R8 F0 p5 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 @! j! D3 K: |" J. O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 J( Z* w( S" P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / v r+ a, p5 p1 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! F8 z4 V/ U3 H7 }6 _/ A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 K0 f. N! O/ h" G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' b& W, c2 x6 O$ F, O& r
( W% s7 s. ?3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g i4 j$ K; z% }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& r) I4 ~# y: ^) s( M; _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ v/ r6 ~$ [ [7 Q4 G( |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 m- |6 ~/ n, s& ]% R" }
How you suffered for you sanity,* g5 c% h% A: Q+ \7 S5 Z# `4 A- V
How you tried to set them free,
: V( P4 T9 }7 a+ n, @They would not listen they're not listening still, ) |) Q' n9 M5 C% y
Perhaps they never will. |
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