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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( j) u5 j# d, |$ a4 B- ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! q5 C3 W: |1 T, [" T; t( lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 y) j8 r! y: T6 X$ D3 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 p [% I; {4 U* P% q. ?5 j4 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 {; M# Q( T, {5 ?, s, z( zHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 j; ^" T- q4 T+ iHow you tried to set them free,
0 N/ }2 n6 d2 B$ @. D' i9 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ W, S1 j- T9 o- p& CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) b. R2 J' |+ Q3 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % ^' e) O4 |3 {2 J& N. r# [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 q5 s+ O4 F3 G4 p7 ^; ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 W- a$ \) C$ i1 ~0 o1 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 i( D* l- J' Q% U8 C. u% X. j' V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; w8 T" \0 B- r- \$ Z) @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) r& e: C/ b8 {6 P2 _# n" G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ d' o9 Q x. P2 c5 o9 G+ ?+ |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 f/ P5 |1 ^1 v% O* ~6 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % l, S! p' _5 u3 ]. @9 x) l$ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 d# J; b* W3 c$ u. Z. o" bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 P3 s7 V% ^8 a. M0 t1 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ` Y2 b8 b7 ^7 x. U
& `* n/ Q- r; s0 \3 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 M q( {: U; f/ e& z/ {3 hHow you suffered for you sanity,% y7 N+ S2 P. `2 @, g4 T
How you tried to set them free,
& f7 V3 B9 R% {0 L5 [7 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' D+ c: U9 n' M# f, x* G2 B1 w/ yPerhaps they never will. |
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