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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + X/ T1 e: a. s8 B# G, y' Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 c; J8 s2 }- y+ C- E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) e2 q# v+ L7 ]8 e/ C( \$ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 B1 X4 C; z+ Q% V) }8 U! f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ^! t( `$ h5 n' C! oHow you suffered for you sanity, ; {; }" _: F8 @( r. a# K2 O+ N
How you tried to set them free,
1 _2 I3 t# y h" b( `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 J7 Y. B+ F+ s+ u" J9 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 Y3 s R5 z3 m6 q6 I; r, V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Q3 J% s! h0 ~: ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , A" {- @, B2 e8 k% f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! Z+ } V& d' d; t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, O0 g8 e0 B& k# O0 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ W4 s- X" _+ i; b R4 V1 j e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) o3 Q1 h- T: `$ q$ @/ M$ d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) A. C) m0 D8 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ G8 l4 U+ ~) @( S7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 z7 L0 \( |' B8 j: G! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( S2 J) H2 g$ J8 P- MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + h3 E/ e$ E* Q2 ^% D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + V- n! a5 p' ~; J4 @0 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' }9 d1 D! ^* L3 S: f
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 b$ ~* b c6 y3 AHow you tried to set them free,
. m; V3 i& u/ V$ \% H* @They would not listen they're not listening still, % G1 S: s# ]* t7 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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