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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) U8 U, w5 \5 f( K" S$ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " j# V% X+ l# E9 d3 g/ Y3 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; S9 c3 o G C( }7 }1 J4 i9 S6 R& WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ w9 g! F# l7 W' y v0 \ {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% v( ]4 s+ p6 G- P8 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 J: s9 v- i# t3 Q7 r0 IHow you tried to set them free,
' i$ G) e: L* R# dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 s/ S' |: z6 K' I# \2 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) t- `" C# ~+ u. S; |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / X9 ]# `: C) K# V5 I0 ?6 r% I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ l/ L- i6 E ^& P% {6 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ]* B* r# `) n9 D: h4 x7 c( m' d
4 A( h1 f+ Q/ m& h: T. ^, gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! i P" |* O6 G# [6 F1 j* J! }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" }# w$ @3 G, S% q+ _6 w# sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* x2 y8 Y& _8 a6 S, p4 a# `But I could have told you, Vincent,
( K" w7 g$ G6 u4 J4 t7 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! u# x5 ?" L* e5 _$ l0 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 f2 O$ E) ~% W/ \! y# U! Q. l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! L3 v- t5 O4 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 E2 k9 T3 g6 p% |% U# ^5 C% e: }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 b; E! u5 Y+ W4 Z7 W& w
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ x; e5 i- _/ uHow you tried to set them free, 3 J' b; G; M1 k [ }: U9 l6 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: I4 t) Y( T- TPerhaps they never will. |
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