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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . M/ w+ a1 a/ w- [: {- i5 x5 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 W' N4 x4 x$ \! B1 F2 s$ F* P' d, o$ IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" M+ _: z$ N2 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ]# M4 Z0 c7 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( y5 ~& ~+ R; ^0 d" }/ uHow you suffered for you sanity, ( i- ` e R/ h' v: x. d2 q
How you tried to set them free,
8 L9 | v$ V3 {/ I( w: K! c) A$ i& wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! L2 p3 L+ Z$ @: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Y- t0 K7 V, ]" z0 l @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! P( z5 T+ g9 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: {9 [$ t3 J- w$ k/ E( o/ q" D3 O. HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , m; Y1 W1 f. B" c' A% u4 r# q, {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 n/ ~5 \8 i; L* d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ |" F. `3 M- U- S0 k; GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : V9 e$ q, m) Q& x7 s% X! S9 M% i- j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 E3 K' i# V _& ]! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 n; n" ?: p: ?* b# a) d+ n) b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 \" \1 o( g, u; cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 @& B/ V7 |' W- j9 U8 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 Z* a- a" M- H( b5 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% u' M4 o# k! l$ N) mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
E4 k: l8 S8 l# f5 N" LHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 ?. v5 H2 T* ~5 k c) C. i2 v0 EHow you tried to set them free, , }. b" F+ q- `
They would not listen they're not listening still, , q% L" |: s( f3 W7 K- N0 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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