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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; Q) K8 W& w J C* t3 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 p( N$ G3 G" }; x& S7 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, v" D1 c, X7 X8 D; d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ A- D7 V- C2 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# ~; Z5 g. I9 c( q
How you suffered for you sanity,
! \( K3 u% G% Z ~How you tried to set them free,
! E$ W1 b0 q) ^! p) M3 ]9 y# mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * G$ o: q B+ B" ?" \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) B/ ?6 y l3 [) i. c5 k& LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 R7 q2 u& i; }# _% ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & I; G: o, o |1 j0 K8 w: K/ Q0 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . F* t: j9 V9 W4 _6 L* H; i/ J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 _! p( @% ?, e7 m5 W/ H7 `- gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, u* ?5 w A1 e, BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! y7 _1 ]3 K$ Q2 @; \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' i. B& L/ f7 M! I; RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& p; v, b: Q1 i% Y! x, N$ ^1 E' sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 X7 \% [. X. {6 ~, g6 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / a7 E2 ?6 j5 G$ V( J! N
The 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, 6 h1 V+ W: D# R# B& U; D# z
How you suffered for you sanity,7 z- C0 Z- z! x3 ?' b8 ~4 M* L
How you tried to set them free, / m) d. }( E. O) O0 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 Y7 ]3 D) ~5 S x: \1 \' APerhaps they never will. |
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