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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 y; x1 X9 T* f4 Q; f2 Y# I5 H' zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- p( w- O0 j# J5 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* i; @- d$ q+ k% z* m" B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 x: @' [0 M. p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: {; y$ l& v% e" a( f$ U/ p Z1 q
How you suffered for you sanity, + l3 i5 M$ H" \5 y. @; N" I
How you tried to set them free,
3 O1 e+ h- ~6 T9 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - G1 @$ d0 S3 R& w: O3 G- z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 o- r$ f8 D* k9 }# B( W7 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 k, m$ N- i4 _& | f5 a7 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
m* x: S- s3 `9 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! m( Y2 h! G' t$ Q+ i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) a& }( x! `. n1 E2 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 k7 N0 [8 ?6 k# O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ]/ H# w8 Q* K: KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 v( k& a+ G3 x! Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # F, G0 O) u" T1 k' H# ~' r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 B( [) v+ B- ` X8 m) n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, |9 ^5 B) X7 g 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, ) P3 N% o2 s; a" q$ h6 r9 b
How you suffered for you sanity,* S8 C; q5 l" Y# T2 S0 D
How you tried to set them free, + c2 d" J1 @ @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 \( E" T2 ^' X0 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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