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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) `7 M: p5 U) p1 ]$ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - c0 a& A( x% A( }9 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; P n3 @) n q1 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* T8 _! U8 [, O; m2 e6 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; V' G6 l0 D. a) Q- W# vHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 P! Q& h5 a) C) C b9 |How you tried to set them free, / W( ]1 ?2 L: I: b z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% R) J) f) J; p& N& L) pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 u6 P9 a. s2 ^% S7 G. E+ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: N6 \1 T3 T1 R+ D# y* lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. _ L. o' ^, @5 t' ^, m; HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) p* V3 m: V7 X z( ], RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 p) p$ u1 e2 ~' x5 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # x6 m# a0 b& c' R: b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' K. c. P2 j, W: v8 D+ n1 s4 g) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , r9 ]4 n3 R' Y" O9 _+ C4 _+ ^4 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 d$ W/ {( W5 N/ U% l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ k$ x' H7 N( M+ _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. V5 b* r5 B! Y" r6 VThe 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, : D# c9 I/ I# Q' K2 V) _
How you suffered for you sanity,7 s4 F! {' `- O y5 W7 W# z
How you tried to set them free, ( }4 P- M9 D' v% I+ u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 h6 X$ e; S3 h1 p8 Z5 [# F- \7 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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