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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 s, T( k0 T: u: I( p( uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * A/ w4 ~6 f5 R9 n, C6 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ j; b9 m, c& v+ [! T' {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 }% L1 M& X* N' i& M5 l# e/ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 R. C& J. L/ r% a% F! q
How you suffered for you sanity,
" w& i' C m, P+ s5 a% s' j5 IHow you tried to set them free,
! w& @6 `3 G. IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 d K1 F4 P. F# u/ j* g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ]: C( x- x: \/ w( U& YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' D- f/ l6 b7 [- F+ `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 O1 O; t# L) H5 d# rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 t; d9 g) A! _& ?6 m$ f: y1 V5 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ j* l) ~7 T; c9 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ U8 S( Q; T& O6 K4 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, ]* E+ u& e: [, `, U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ c& n6 a1 [$ B/ c; [8 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 R( n" |3 @5 n0 W+ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' ?2 H) M( O# |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z- [ t( e- d3 n* j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 \* {' i6 S- n1 v }1 F
( }) S4 v- ?( t3 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 N9 j- }* L. i8 C- D0 K- M+ RHow you suffered for you sanity,1 c- n/ t/ b& t: N& w
How you tried to set them free,
2 M0 p t2 I9 N. E1 Z1 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, ( q+ p3 E5 Y3 l# v. R& m! p$ o. O
Perhaps they never will. |
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