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, h8 ~! }, A( |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, f1 @, {: U7 y+ W9 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 Q* l u& ~4 a L* h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( x+ j6 V) ~5 E! F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! a4 G. U% i0 ^0 G3 E# b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* _9 g- c4 Q) J7 ]/ @# s
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 n. `! }8 |- u
How you tried to set them free, 4 j! I' g( A9 M+ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) X7 s* F3 f+ L/ o( l; W+ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) W3 {6 R. e$ M+ j5 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# P$ T4 @9 x$ g% ]( H. f$ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ a- T" }* Y5 B! [( LWeathered 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,
c/ {# l) P5 Z- j0 Z. q) o* TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ [! k, u1 N8 R" wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Y3 {. H7 e( K; V! H9 c9 @But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 e8 e* e7 `1 W. t: M2 G) L# ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 I6 b% m* c1 |' w b' \, V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 h! S R5 ^7 M$ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / d, U) q! A7 ]2 A c
The 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,
: [; b( p8 a( u7 Q. f$ L+ B9 C1 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
. M1 H. ?4 v8 S7 s# T: fHow you tried to set them free,
, t) V6 E. x5 k0 B2 A5 F; r; ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ; U* B% w5 @7 T# N
Perhaps they never will. |
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