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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" S8 d- F9 y) ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" R$ W% J; ?5 Y5 A1 U" b+ o' }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( N1 l, L1 D6 S" f$ o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + s3 V6 A& }. G( }' o: z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 y: i, Z4 n0 O% L% m- A! xHow you suffered for you sanity, % P3 B4 V. H v% `
How you tried to set them free,
6 g A1 \) y1 I# z+ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + `4 P1 Z1 o6 r P- Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; O5 D* O* c: Z/ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ g: ?2 J$ `1 W0 a6 A+ O5 c% f# i8 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( d5 Q: x/ K/ H% L0 Y( IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 B+ n1 I& F8 |" \8 J7 G4 l1 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& d* |3 q& b7 ^' QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; F& [+ v; C5 s: D. `$ C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / G9 M/ }: V& @. P8 K. ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, + \6 U/ e, I$ a) Z' V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; s X% U8 L. D G: b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& R+ y: a* L* n( u+ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ S- Z1 T' y/ q& }! \* c' S: R2 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; s# h, M6 C/ I* T: S
* k7 G8 ?* |% G9 E7 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 h* y" R( u* m# a* o1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
- y3 q Q* _5 n2 g* J% @How you tried to set them free, 9 n I% T1 T, W( |- i
They would not listen they're not listening still, % @$ h! D8 b9 m r, W
Perhaps they never will. |
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