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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ `% K% S# s! ]. `' B+ a' n/ W( o/ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* [: i J% Y9 E" B; cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ @: f$ x1 B- b+ T" _# D9 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; Y2 C0 @1 W" VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& S1 q% D; v/ q4 cHow you suffered for you sanity, - z( k% z0 b' a# y6 f/ w
How you tried to set them free,
# a/ G0 y/ c& mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
_+ t6 X! L [ }) W6 g# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 a) t7 K/ A: J1 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 @$ M5 ]9 H% M8 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! O: A% E K. { A! w
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,
, Q: t4 t9 o! q5 G( tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ?1 u& I* ?; s2 x6 D4 [, \7 x$ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ]$ m+ n, ~: h' a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 B* o, q) F5 K7 o- V( F2 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 H, e+ x- l- B( q. N5 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& O& k0 ^% z; S. GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R* T6 `" L: Y' g% k! R% S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + c+ t, n( q! Z; L! L5 i0 y& h- k3 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 d/ N+ T; p. B6 R- h6 o$ ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - p* ?' h% [, { J: {" [2 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
" f# y& h9 y5 J9 [# A4 Z: ~How you tried to set them free,
) M. w7 ]6 C) O: P- L5 l# VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 `2 ~7 X' g. T- ^( a m! v
Perhaps they never will. |
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