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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, C. o6 Q4 A% U5 l! I6 N/ ~8 E. \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# z* Z) b- v' PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ f: d% C6 c8 [5 m& ?9 w) lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 A( U% i4 }# `: t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; A4 N: u/ j( G+ d
How you suffered for you sanity, $ r" l- T& r# T! f4 j
How you tried to set them free,
* T3 D @5 r3 h) u" pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: d2 I" r0 \+ f* M/ g9 ~; C* V( cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . R' r& {$ k3 W$ V# M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 {6 d0 V+ }0 E6 E/ d4 q d2 e5 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ u7 k! I+ ?# k3 b; u ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) g- k& ?" f( i0 _* ], e& U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 B% E# p: M8 I$ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ q. n: }$ E3 r; fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- R" r! g4 Z5 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! \: I1 d# o( f TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( _# C; k2 o, F# p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: B1 c# \* F; I7 k+ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' o# S4 M Y- ~* S' ]1 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 u$ H# y; o/ Y3 g' |
. v& P! k/ L8 ?; P# v0 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- U( P( q: u$ _) }- o6 V, ?How you suffered for you sanity,
b" a3 q- x) d0 q0 _' lHow you tried to set them free,
U5 `- |# v9 p+ A) bThey would not listen they're not listening still, - I' b4 n0 [# p, ~" }# |; {" N
Perhaps they never will. |
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