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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 s. G. j3 p1 p: J! _8 Y/ ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # r- k* o' T9 V: T" D' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, e& |5 {- D' V' k" X9 W! z9 P( K; OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " W. w: y& L& f1 e5 f. ] }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 y) g0 n' K% Q" g- }How you suffered for you sanity,
. U( q- v& U6 r1 Q5 hHow you tried to set them free,
+ Y7 d& K& \; L! HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 }, q" n# w$ ]+ dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- m) J) O. F. r/ t- |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 g1 `% s. A8 Q3 B+ B: D8 ~- ^: FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 Y0 Q5 b9 Q, d2 U. M% }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,
; D5 l( o! P! P: wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / k g# }! F' Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 m( \$ X$ I3 j. d$ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ?, y$ `0 \+ b) ^# V; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - i' b; t: o- a% u2 g2 v8 s% i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( Z P6 P5 h2 b0 l# S$ ]) l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & B: j- D# y0 u8 ~$ X s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & D6 y) u) q. l" N9 ~! L, A
5 ?3 i0 j6 P9 o% w0 H* HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 M. V6 X! C) ] D& S7 E9 B
How you suffered for you sanity,1 F4 }; X7 y1 ?& n' A; h/ l7 W: ]
How you tried to set them free, {! i( q6 F( k/ d! S
They would not listen they're not listening still, L# l% j# M8 {5 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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