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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 h1 k' c& @) H8 V# v" F" qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 a; w$ n' q1 M& a+ m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ t* o3 E+ B8 I, r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# T4 Q# }3 k- MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: C, C( i" M; I: _6 v8 A# Z! o
How you suffered for you sanity, ! t0 H/ a/ T1 a
How you tried to set them free, % z# g! m R# p& D- l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 R, `- p4 `( `6 O" p8 D1 x( H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : q9 _1 N5 d) _/ u6 |$ E) v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & B" H2 p) f" X L: @1 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 P( s! g3 e1 Q$ X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 T* e4 Y, P* j; n$ u# p3 \
% n' \3 @ u& N2 E& CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& @6 h# Q% i* E- m+ u; y# fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " }5 ~/ Y% _! r" J1 X$ O1 f4 E: r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % e y! ?8 g& {, E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: C$ |" C5 R+ E7 ]* i* NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 ~1 _1 `9 W0 Y$ B5 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 B: M# x5 S" i* b2 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- O/ Q7 q, L W* CThe 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, # z( y0 {; b, h& f ^8 L
How you suffered for you sanity,' P7 g5 s: c3 g3 _/ u# k
How you tried to set them free, - N7 k& d8 z/ f. @* i, I6 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 o" N. ~/ @( h B
Perhaps they never will. |
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