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8 G+ o1 }( n; x- }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, I; W* d" C1 W9 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* i$ N% d/ a) T8 W7 d: pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 A& I. g' [4 h0 D* O) k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 [0 S( L7 ^( F% n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 u/ l9 E1 L8 M9 J+ r' E! p
How you suffered for you sanity, ' ~" |4 }; B2 D& g+ j' J
How you tried to set them free, , m m$ ~5 y9 W7 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 v4 L- @" o3 v# w' j) pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- X& {( G1 \7 @9 U1 A8 e. {- k0 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 {; ^' w) U6 E# x7 \0 u) F5 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D( O5 c; ^% A0 S+ I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 n4 f% a7 W+ @! t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . z+ z: o8 [* H& ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 q2 b9 `' B, W. W( W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 u; J# x+ t6 B% b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 j2 T5 b! r( N* G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Y4 Z( y6 W8 M& J. e9 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 c, T3 O+ Z' h/ \7 Y9 F& W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
V( E! m6 v% _" \: r# n4 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / [! G( ~. w8 j* Q; d% u; z W
7 b' m, O1 {) k RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 d2 j @+ M' Y5 V5 W( [How you suffered for you sanity,
2 J3 T4 w" U/ P* v- D& DHow you tried to set them free, 3 R8 K" R1 |2 v3 a9 W" k, [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' e) {0 o% K$ D. v/ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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