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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : `9 b8 z9 M4 q8 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & q$ R8 C4 u# H3 ~; a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& O# e- w. v2 B4 @ yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 X" {! w* q. l6 s% W8 W' ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 S% W+ Y4 k0 \How you suffered for you sanity,
; m9 ]0 h5 [5 x9 O$ z/ wHow you tried to set them free, # i" v. _) {; W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- s+ U) ]2 R( r, C' k) @" h3 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( q5 L0 ~4 w9 `9 i* a) d3 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- a. w, q5 o8 D$ U8 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 J% [/ k4 V# C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. f; d, e& t( W$ H. w% u, [
# ]+ |( {5 o* r! O- \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& `! }% C0 ?( Y" {' u: J- _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ m( e! } e% Z" g" QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ]/ F% ] g0 Z4 K hBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( z5 u. I0 m$ n; i8 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ f* N7 u) H: C* n1 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 r- @) t }, E! S* ?: ]: aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 b" s0 q" Q3 i# tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 F$ e% {* ?: w& g" iThe 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, 3 |! x# t2 _5 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ^3 i9 K% G5 u/ H4 L7 S9 eHow you tried to set them free,
5 P% }9 T- [; V1 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% Y5 r' n* p! y$ Q" O: V ?. gPerhaps they never will. |
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