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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; C3 N$ M8 G7 h+ C& c0 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: [# g0 m, U! p, fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 R1 n1 H @7 H8 Y: t9 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Y0 l+ s6 R( W$ w5 `; X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ \+ y! s: }7 ~0 y5 b5 V
How you suffered for you sanity, ( }: V6 P8 Z4 _4 ?) c
How you tried to set them free, " z& k K$ [+ q0 }- g& |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: k( A! j( O. a3 b* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ v& m$ C% D3 ~. v2 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' T$ G; C6 ]4 Z. u6 k0 p( J3 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 P2 y& l9 q( m) ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 b% ^4 |) L' S6 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ]7 [' _4 _9 w o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 w, C* h, R, m! n5 r4 Q0 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 E; a2 e6 C: M; z9 U: R+ w' I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) G2 L' u: l2 o% XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 h D( f( a1 _5 t1 X& `6 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + k2 r8 G X4 F4 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 i" z! D$ s) N6 M7 p4 w2 l, a% X( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . O2 `: M9 _' x, |5 v* H7 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 I2 K, L* A$ z' q; ^9 ?! Z! n% R
, Q& y# }9 Y! x! d! ^- F5 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! F1 l' O* m1 A, l5 U
How you suffered for you sanity,6 ~9 E! R* z( @1 b! M1 T
How you tried to set them free, * s& D" `* j3 j5 x- p+ n; F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- m& \* j8 C- U3 r, b3 K o* iPerhaps they never will. |
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