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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ W( p5 R; K) _4 T- y- T( CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % h: p. c# f1 u5 W" |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' N( [" Y" t2 N* L+ S2 k& cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 r+ }' O- k. h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& t& q* b2 \ N* p6 n7 oHow you suffered for you sanity, ) c- [, s+ P& p0 M2 e- e
How you tried to set them free,
( D$ @' v9 M: O- S- ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & h8 `: U* U% z/ a7 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 E* ?8 |( g7 E) y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 [# ^- N" D" N' d# Y; S7 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) _* P. q/ R5 d9 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# D2 e! w- z3 U% G) u* o: Q2 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" h% O8 s7 L3 r2 \2 C# T& oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) Y3 ~ q* t2 _ S+ K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 c4 T: V* t: ^3 j' s3 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Z0 k5 j+ x; Q/ ~+ b/ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : `% q# `# N; }. E! k/ F! L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 X: T2 F0 b1 r% L$ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / {; Z3 e5 ]7 O4 D2 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : T5 R& U! L4 y0 L% Q+ \4 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, D: j' I1 L5 B+ ]; F. [, UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 V; E6 t' `: ]4 j O2 @How you suffered for you sanity,/ ~: o' ~; o) C( |
How you tried to set them free,
2 T. Y: E, s- o" ?* n9 X* r) d( yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% X9 o+ o8 Y2 `6 x$ Y3 SPerhaps they never will. |
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