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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' n# G7 c: M. k1 y! v) ^) D( k4 t; |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ L i. @. X# V3 R, ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ n0 E8 f! j+ x3 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! c R; Z4 i2 z. P; g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ V0 o) b2 h* X( T! |1 P
How you suffered for you sanity, & E [( q' L+ @
How you tried to set them free, & {: Z/ @$ p0 ^7 r8 y5 z9 V$ C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 J5 t! P6 n9 v, O+ i' a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# o, p/ i& _5 i, S1 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " M- x0 u2 ^3 w4 w) I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / \3 f m0 {. s! j. n: U* G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# j) I4 ^" U) ^4 S8 f, \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % s Y) p% \1 Z: u6 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 i; B' @6 g+ i1 t) r6 J$ V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' R4 z5 @: A9 H" e, P2 P4 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 a! ?9 z4 y. P5 n, t0 P2 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 p: \5 u' v. Z4 F, l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 G8 l% T/ f9 @, c$ h: jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 R) x; j% t2 \- n+ D/ |8 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! X: {2 `. J( Z; d1 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / K% |- q9 u( A& [. H0 c* W$ j# G% e Z
# w2 S4 {$ {& O; ]" j5 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- O, i- A& `: _5 G- U; `How you suffered for you sanity,
9 k# h- w- C2 s+ M/ N( L4 j; VHow you tried to set them free,
% e7 Z3 I8 u0 A0 l; A5 M* iThey would not listen they're not listening still, f8 z% ]2 _6 j, s" g- F
Perhaps they never will. |
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