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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " T6 I. K- e) m+ s1 [& f/ E/ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ?. b3 ?: q0 c% w# y1 c/ @) V" h. tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 C3 u- T. Q- m% G2 T. eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . x" | t/ C/ i+ A1 F" G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* G; V! |9 s7 j3 ]: pHow you suffered for you sanity, ! N5 C) Y9 }$ X
How you tried to set them free, , f4 [7 J6 c8 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v' e. g W6 @) }) P0 M4 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 I+ V/ W. Y. X% c' j* O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 P8 c, y8 k4 I X5 Z+ s, a8 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 C2 {0 N" a4 R0 C7 |9 Q- {/ l
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, 8 d9 \& y+ { t) n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* l/ u% X$ p! a% Y, BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ W j* p8 F4 W1 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 m7 |0 R* m b! q1 O* mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" W1 B9 ~$ Y- H7 C8 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( p! s) @2 U/ H9 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 L$ ^0 i" ~ ]/ c$ a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ E, I6 e* Z4 {. m( L0 I/ ~3 e. p
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 X3 r; S( e9 [; y r3 vHow you tried to set them free, * p) \7 l+ T7 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, : r3 ?( U# O9 ]0 ?' w
Perhaps they never will. |
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