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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ B H* a ]/ Z' JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : y4 A: U) D1 q8 o* N! ^. X! u9 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 i3 T. k I( E. B; [8 u1 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. N }9 T9 y# x: d, c) E* \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, d% u1 L1 V! n- `- w L3 t) V" |. |8 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 w: J6 o) ^6 @: w5 |7 e
How you tried to set them free, ' j0 m" O& c3 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 J+ @# M: J/ U' x8 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ h. |- o- k6 O7 ~9 p' M6 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
S! a( \8 U' r2 A2 L1 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Y! W9 G- c6 Z) C' NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 H0 s! w+ d0 L' i! M2 c" AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + s$ L9 I* O! h5 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 s) Q9 W0 ]% N, _; q5 O9 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: r( v; W: H6 t# z& rBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; W/ @' M! U9 _* |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! [1 u2 p8 D5 B! G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" S* N: [% i( b- K5 _6 Y. T. pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' G" X/ b; U( WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, E; P6 M) x. T* k/ V$ L+ ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : X, T1 q4 U. ?+ z$ z K* {# s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q+ R) ~0 P2 ^4 _; P2 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
& u0 g" D2 q# g6 N$ W- ?How you tried to set them free,
: W/ r* Z# {9 [0 R% FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 n4 t, m! P% y1 p0 }1 j! \ i; u7 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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