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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 @: Y) a8 i( S# b0 I8 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * w/ i: I: O3 Y! ]1 Y( {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) K# q' t N! I# cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; r, ~6 `1 i+ B" K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! G/ p& k$ F+ s) |0 bHow you suffered for you sanity, + A2 w2 E$ Q2 m0 b0 ~
How you tried to set them free,
/ x, q. {$ D5 j7 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % A; s) j2 V& i. D+ `1 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 m* O& h) F+ Q1 ^' ]1 p4 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# h% t" }" M' h0 K" {# OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 M6 x) o5 M9 H) K! JWeathered 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,
/ u& S( I+ y/ o* @! _# z6 E8 L' JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 {/ j$ ~9 @& U0 Q: l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( l0 k% V3 t. {
But I could have told you, Vincent, G% \" h) M! R4 a) j2 z+ @/ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - k! X7 S; E/ f) A" W9 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , b9 Q& Z9 d$ S u3 Z3 v1 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) O% X. K M2 E, c xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 D8 S3 B9 p4 Q, K. k/ S; U( QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! W# B0 R _( _) d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 F; ?1 q3 P! `+ m8 L {How you suffered for you sanity,1 T: b0 v* [& Y! [+ n: H0 e
How you tried to set them free, 4 e8 i3 ]9 y& ~. C% w+ L3 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, & r& r/ H4 e9 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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