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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; |+ O9 _; p5 @1 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 O0 e/ }, ~8 j o* D1 X# F- UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Q; O$ D! \' a& ]; e# d! h; K4 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Y/ q. [ Y U& L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% u5 X' U+ ~; W: V& ?$ i( B! P6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
; q D# _2 |1 I# ?! Z2 zHow you tried to set them free, - I2 X1 O: D, ^# G3 s6 ]1 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( j' c. R2 z8 u, r" P. |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& g6 u1 X/ v, ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( s0 H$ Y% e% Q9 H9 P+ CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 N4 P" l4 `2 z1 Y+ g& Z6 M: eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . v1 ~! Z* V. i8 n2 X6 K \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 P/ Z5 {( V* DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ z' e0 H* m2 b6 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 X( P4 Q# A5 P! i3 _' Z7 Q: k8 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- D" U: Z) t4 o) IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ @, O3 z& [* b A% U. g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. y% L6 X+ G* U } h; y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * c3 R% |3 I4 K6 [' K2 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 S4 M% G: u7 `% r6 O$ U6 C
- m0 z: Y) }; g9 V( xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' z/ y t! e" |How you suffered for you sanity,& e9 E$ h9 P- o, P% f
How you tried to set them free,
( k; D& o+ Y: v' n& mThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ V& T/ k- A* }/ X
Perhaps they never will. |
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