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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- J n% V6 b, E+ m8 P1 K# ~6 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 u, }" v7 G; k2 N& p* R& n1 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& _( C% J3 m( H$ h2 ]+ D% }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% R& J- I9 P8 x t: H( ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 Z8 V9 I+ p B2 B; l" ?6 i
How you suffered for you sanity, $ v S6 U0 V/ h B% T
How you tried to set them free, 0 O( u8 ?3 b- G2 f1 f* o/ w8 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 {/ P% K& b% w& `. K' m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 z* \7 |, U2 y* b, HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . f8 l- ^) o0 S. D% z% h5 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & x: I/ A$ f5 c+ `* d$ K. p+ l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 W- V2 |: M$ X: J% pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 y' ^/ ~# g0 @0 n; EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; [' U! Y' ?$ {, G# J! g ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
; t& O! Y. l% P3 `, p* h/ j2 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ @" o& {& C. ^1 v" \ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 s8 e6 E; p2 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' K6 c! g# @$ @5 U" tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( `7 J* H; V+ X: H4 L: G4 P @+ W2 |The 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,
" Q: N0 z7 f/ fHow you suffered for you sanity, q( _8 z8 {. u4 L
How you tried to set them free,
- I* p* N$ l& H9 L3 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
, l+ ^2 F: d5 w4 h0 KPerhaps they never will. |
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