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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 \6 |$ r+ ^, Y9 f& u- [6 N* ~+ |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' P5 P" I. x4 r) IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
], C: G' v3 z0 f2 o9 S7 Y OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & `# l6 F ~: [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, {! S* p4 c7 k( @2 bHow you suffered for you sanity, + `9 C) {# f) a1 d1 C D/ E4 C
How you tried to set them free,
/ O/ i5 M- B4 G) a$ i% YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " N7 R) b* R$ g1 d8 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ D, B W4 Z- _$ [5 L$ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 [* w# \7 @( L* d: EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: y {# m/ g e( M) fWeathered 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 R5 B. j U) Q6 j9 j* |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ?: J/ ?, [5 y5 ~+ kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " x) P/ C- I; D6 m1 k3 M! T0 u- }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! L' s# {" i5 Z' \ k4 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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V. ?8 F9 B( Y% C6 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) @, L4 ^. @3 D4 T% GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + N% Y; Y, Z, v7 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 v \ t/ M$ [3 cThe 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, * y; L: N* U s4 R, _6 c1 v n: g
How you suffered for you sanity,3 p5 i/ b( t; b' Q" o" M
How you tried to set them free, # ]6 T0 K. x+ ]0 R# \
They would not listen they're not listening still, + J/ X9 r7 Y: t8 `9 m. P
Perhaps they never will. |
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