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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( O. e; S" ~/ ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ v/ g" i. ^9 m6 i2 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 g+ ^4 ^" e0 n) @5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( d6 G' @* g+ ]9 c' E0 ?1 t! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 U' r4 `0 C2 ~% x0 y/ k- J
How you suffered for you sanity, % F# ~+ T( k! h9 W
How you tried to set them free,
0 {9 R. c7 |4 {% oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 H v+ a0 F/ n2 N# n+ h+ M& p2 P* M% s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ C# [0 B+ E8 F& y" ]& [0 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - n' p [$ }1 k( t% R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 c, h7 g' @- pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 B8 ?6 x8 H$ r3 E. E+ pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) x# {/ G$ s2 X; K! S! S! U6 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + S, ?$ ? J- [( s! T5 m+ B1 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Z" U) y2 F$ K: H( X4 }$ C3 o# QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- F" i F- G+ ^: {+ l' A+ OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / `4 a- G( B* E: A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 u u. P! i1 B% W, u) a* e1 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * Q2 X) L* \% e5 k$ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: G# R& |2 m7 c9 e8 ^! zThe 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,
! ~5 A6 |( b0 T2 m( CHow you suffered for you sanity,6 A% V$ m( F$ o7 Y6 j
How you tried to set them free, 9 N/ `3 c5 ?, F1 g/ P2 [% ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, # f/ U8 G+ f$ Z0 @6 G. F( n7 h: O
Perhaps they never will. |
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