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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % \* k2 U: G0 w3 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! m2 S0 K3 A; R- O/ hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& X& i! q4 E9 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 u7 N2 y& Y5 o! U7 R" M/ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( T4 j# N, x; P( `( IHow you suffered for you sanity,
& z2 [- i j: y! P' {8 M8 E9 IHow you tried to set them free,
1 [) o0 E& F X2 c! XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
K) y2 J% J |+ w# gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ?# ~- @+ X6 Y+ U& L* x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 {3 F7 Q( b5 V- i) D/ _5 x7 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ~9 |3 p+ ]; y* w& i" Z N; B6 }
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,
6 @0 W% E2 V. F) {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & I' M+ M" n9 k$ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 F; _$ ^) a+ ]! d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 h0 t7 S/ n9 ?3 e5 S$ \1 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # j& J0 `) X/ x- j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 p8 ] O/ d* m; R' q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . o" x3 `" J- J- r- P6 E2 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 I5 r" U4 v% K* G9 _3 q% k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% W, E( ?+ K' t" [How you suffered for you sanity,4 E: v5 S6 ^& A$ I n
How you tried to set them free,
Z7 V8 }) g$ j( H, N& DThey would not listen they're not listening still, : Q6 T) ^: n" a" t
Perhaps they never will. |
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