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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 w2 C/ S) ?* {- ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, r0 I' |3 n: m1 y# K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 e5 l! p- ?* l$ H) U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, i* D0 U5 U7 Q. P" VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 @! H6 M" Y; }8 ]( f% {# ]8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
. e+ N/ P* T/ N6 |How you tried to set them free, 6 T ]# | d: @. k) `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 m0 P' T3 [$ s8 P* |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) b3 B K% V1 a. G; \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 a: n- x3 O3 u: V5 l7 y6 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 _! H5 I; l3 j2 J! m4 `2 j
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, 9 ] p4 @: b+ E9 ~/ H; e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 [# Q) Q# }& g8 L2 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; F, _' m4 Z8 `. L7 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, + X8 q4 }2 J5 w7 u/ B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- W" a$ t# B6 ]3 [0 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 N/ P9 W8 _% t$ @6 E- |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, q6 ~7 S' u7 v$ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" M( b, J# n$ E! NThe 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, ! p: A; z F( a& ~
How you suffered for you sanity,% V; N0 G" k" L
How you tried to set them free,
- M- y4 [5 F: n: ~& H5 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ r8 a: ~6 v# sPerhaps they never will. |
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