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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ~# Y( e( K4 i) O, ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ]7 y9 E5 x, Z9 ] ]* o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ h& [( O( D# W5 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * k6 _: T1 H/ g- H4 N- f) [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 r5 E8 h' }$ V, C3 n2 X- s
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ~2 g. r, C% DHow you tried to set them free,
$ W; E9 B/ U2 {) F2 B; HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 I& y5 M1 W- ]. k3 N% F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - t3 e, V( g! i9 N& U& ^/ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( b _$ A r7 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 R4 y9 S4 t, ^6 D I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 i* S% H+ R& s$ r0 r( E6 ?
/ E) h( N2 l% H1 f% @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; \' d) v t# a, F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' i) x7 z5 {* }0 B5 }/ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" n. F) o( U C& KBut I could have told you, Vincent, * g" A& ~0 M0 z& D, W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ b2 g( c2 n$ Q( b5 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& n. t$ b- L8 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : n' C& ?$ }; T. r7 h* A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# A1 ]* i7 S ~. m- P8 c. t& TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " { j6 g3 Y* E- ]' {. `! R
9 K! q. o6 [: w* G! p, INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 r$ g* f- ^9 S% F- _9 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 Q" N, {* t9 LHow you tried to set them free,
) n$ N6 ~1 J! c; I# V/ EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! R. o; u: t% dPerhaps they never will. |
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