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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' a: x* c9 k6 o0 y! P" j" l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + b9 ^0 X' ~; `) { ~& v/ B+ f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: p/ p3 H6 d' I/ K3 U7 i- g! p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 c/ a& T9 P# z; P j$ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: u! H5 P& l' ^( B' z/ X; ?. RHow you suffered for you sanity, # q/ v3 S8 i. d2 D4 u: ^4 D
How you tried to set them free,
8 A7 p* D& k3 C4 P9 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 V9 M V4 G/ \' Z% \( `* f7 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 e7 n# B2 v5 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 v2 K9 ]6 c. U; c( v* Y. m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - @) ]% h7 Z; E5 `) P# V
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, - H4 E( @* W; U# b. y9 B R: _6 }) x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 Z) k- P: o7 M- w4 v, g- a9 K. M) |You took your life as lovers ofter do, & A$ o2 e& x, l/ p( N: Y9 v2 u" D
But I could have told you, Vincent, / A+ G, i& M7 h F/ ~- f; O' G. k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 J" g8 z8 z8 G e8 h0 g6 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 L2 E' N+ D' O+ {2 z; UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : ]3 l- ?/ x' u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . A8 d- n W- W6 i: I
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, 9 M4 C: g/ h, \8 u) f7 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
: n( L& r* o. EHow you tried to set them free,
/ V2 @& _6 r$ m/ z# Z M0 L2 ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
: U* x/ c& r0 A6 l VPerhaps they never will. |
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