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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* y' z z- e& \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # y; s4 [: k; v3 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ?- \% W* B! i0 W: C6 C, g& U @; K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 | o8 L& ?+ i) d9 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# g/ a4 }0 Z+ zHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 Q9 J, v J7 v5 t, C4 J
How you tried to set them free, - t- O( O2 `. M3 H! t* b* | j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, S. L$ Z3 s1 j( F8 U4 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% R9 }% t6 k* ?! s1 i! SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' _# n W* G2 t8 B- E0 X9 ]0 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ j& Q* H) l1 z1 A8 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 F4 I" x- Y6 I; X2 L% ]
, ~, T( I+ W$ x! n! T& s7 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + f6 z$ j1 B K4 `2 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! i2 @7 e; Y Q- u* J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ^& z/ `' O& {( [But I could have told you, Vincent, / {( e& N: N! N& n. V" O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" ]( b& d6 C* w9 \6 E1 z& LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * K" f4 i) { y1 ]9 D# M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ^7 h# g7 G" v: Q. `$ R/ q8 h' ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 a9 h" b% W @1 @# S
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,
; b* u0 [" a& z. c& a: ~! PHow you suffered for you sanity,3 }6 M1 Q* Q5 |+ @4 W2 l/ {# |
How you tried to set them free, - m% Q# r: I6 a% H6 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, / g$ }8 c5 U! C
Perhaps they never will. |
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