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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * H& v! J' o H+ p4 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! @$ t& G# @/ K1 E B( V" m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' g) H6 R, S$ B: ^! s$ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* \& W! L3 |! E" L0 ]9 Y ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* m" J& M5 }3 o! V$ {; `, j; EHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 D- P% e7 O$ s$ N' j1 g0 Y
How you tried to set them free, + n" {0 B9 z* D. V' f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- R5 b: R1 [# s5 c! w5 Z1 S ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 u" y' s/ L+ N" Q( p: `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* x* O! ?' {( O' Q8 d+ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; r) h" z- ?4 k$ @- b. l+ s9 L+ ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 V0 x: x. Z! W$ x
% [7 n) _4 t" A1 m( X2 S: m K- y) tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 F+ {5 C! j( u' B0 F, OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ i1 F* w' i, N& {& }* K: kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # O8 G8 ~; R) A) G) p Z+ }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ^( ?# g" F+ n! k( n lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- \9 l. E9 t* K9 M3 F& m1 W" @# `/ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! n1 E* g) @5 A8 u/ K) |+ d/ v- S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( h- [* J' G% Y, ~( O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' f1 E5 p$ [1 v2 H) ?) LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 v- I; [) k% d5 @7 G8 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: q. a; `# u" B$ k& X1 U+ lHow you suffered for you sanity,% Y0 C: Y3 Z9 m0 R- Y. W" D0 f" q; @
How you tried to set them free,
* V& u/ {3 U7 X0 K5 a: UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 r- @8 j1 R8 W* n! O2 GPerhaps they never will. |
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