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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- A6 D. M" u3 G) W: P, ^2 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Q6 C V! k aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* q: D- X. b/ Z5 u) T. F* l7 H0 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: e# D; K5 D2 v9 \5 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 E, T; T* r- m6 w5 P" E
How you suffered for you sanity,
) h, x1 c, P( C$ x( yHow you tried to set them free,
/ m6 U5 y& ?+ y3 I# r6 J: rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * H6 B3 _' O* B! o! n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 t) _" c0 S' NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' f2 s. f& {/ f7 v# H9 @& H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % P7 q) U V, B9 R2 ?" ^# ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ u3 }; d' U" T4 R% l% _) uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 A( w9 \# g+ a* r, Q% y' Q4 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( G8 p9 ?+ g7 }- k7 `. n9 G# MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - S1 @: y$ V# i% r9 A0 E" O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( O" I* E6 ]4 Z5 g3 l4 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ }, C* g+ L* v" F5 y2 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ q0 }5 L" H1 Y5 Y% P4 n7 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. x+ B6 Z4 c' S# }7 A/ I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' b1 C9 b( ~/ mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " ~) P& b% }+ Y4 d* r) ^) O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 Q$ O" }( u6 D: R+ { a1 J8 @How you suffered for you sanity,8 a) a& G( h) o
How you tried to set them free, 9 L7 r" R7 q/ S. g0 m8 ?- C1 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, & i W, J% i+ ^9 @/ K. s* Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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