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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( v3 b8 v) A# o/ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . O. G. p+ f+ t* w7 F$ M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* `. B1 Q4 v6 L# M% X- i3 w# U0 r8 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 X" i" u3 ~; |' h9 B2 f zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; g7 J# u* h& s4 F6 AHow you suffered for you sanity, ) I. J E, t0 T: R0 S6 A' o
How you tried to set them free,
* B' A1 E, t. o- c" Y8 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ~& w3 E2 D8 @$ r' yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
E- x+ e3 K6 t I9 Q3 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 n0 A6 h; @9 h" P& p7 u, F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 E2 T. w- _+ P! S6 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 |6 Z, _' }* V$ |# X" ~& z* M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* W( z% b% g/ U( l1 D) Q5 m. a& c/ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ w' r; @9 x" I/ J$ @3 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 Z" Q5 J% W, |# G* D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 @1 N( ^4 n% O: t' x+ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Y0 C% t: o1 |- z) ~ x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 M5 W2 T0 C! R9 K# X4 m" T x6 E* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . h/ Y+ I L R# L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / Q0 }: J' M* E) @6 Z1 g5 G" D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 ?6 d% i8 U' M9 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% O3 [4 }( o2 pHow you suffered for you sanity,3 ?6 N% Q2 \, p0 J; ]. w; w# i' C8 U6 n
How you tried to set them free, 9 ? U3 b h- [, q6 |) ?$ `
They would not listen they're not listening still, - n; o# w& }1 C f4 ^- S
Perhaps they never will. |
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