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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - O2 o2 [: o8 n f. E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 Z- a8 w/ g: s' B0 ], X, \6 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," ?8 U- g7 {2 y" `% M4 V, D6 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 t: R& T8 ~! ~" \2 z, nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; U: z4 |/ ]- a4 ] p' f
How you suffered for you sanity,
% K; W/ q/ o. h, CHow you tried to set them free,
* `' a+ f2 p5 y9 M' \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 z) Z8 |. L! y: F# k5 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( P. K h) t6 X* P; L9 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : z7 _8 L! x& |8 m, J$ V7 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ]# M/ [4 M0 x7 M: \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : p( c8 N# m4 q7 P/ S# }8 A
, h) g0 h6 e8 I' ? NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 K" @, z* x. Q/ O4 U& C4 O, v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- }, i* |, d% HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
@& f5 I5 h* jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ w: u. B8 @1 _8 O6 _! o' qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' j h0 O! t' I+ c1 n1 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / b6 G) ]8 w( T1 ~( S0 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: V2 @5 L I/ U9 m$ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# X" ]1 F. h7 h) r9 EThe 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, ) j/ }+ V( Y( M' b$ ^3 F
How you suffered for you sanity, }, ^% C9 C2 ~7 J2 i* |
How you tried to set them free,
& j: H* l2 t& t: bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 i, @5 Y+ C8 y/ \1 k r
Perhaps they never will. |
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