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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) `2 T" P1 j% ~7 R, C* ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, p) J; u) i9 y' d( e. n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# B& B$ R+ e6 f I4 _9 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 x9 F& D1 ~, O( xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 L+ v) v3 `' m S7 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 [" [6 X" i! g( {How you tried to set them free, & T! n$ d! q% N2 A2 ^: R: F* V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ]7 n& [) [, @' H8 D( @/ A7 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 D' u+ @1 S/ M9 G% t5 ]! W$ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . z6 c" O m4 c: g0 m' L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, u" D; `! Z' E6 w z6 L" T- `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( o# g1 K. g6 T7 A1 v# w
( _1 V! o! B+ m* ?; p6 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " I" y+ l2 e6 w) |6 M7 a# A( K: `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ]9 u5 i+ [: y9 T5 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, a* }* q. Q4 M- y7 l3 K) MBut I could have told you, Vincent, " U9 g2 g5 u; U/ L7 o5 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 b1 x7 [- J# P, }6 G% G* VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) ]& L) S$ W4 P }- [) t+ x" c& ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 d: H9 n) t4 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 }5 V; Q: o r6 c, a, O" @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % j* c1 z6 p/ J) ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; |) x1 C& |' \9 r
How you suffered for you sanity,, t( J1 ~, T1 k; x( I$ X7 `0 m- ]
How you tried to set them free, / _ x |) v, t. ?( C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 B* j3 P4 L& u- l
Perhaps they never will. |
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