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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Z0 p; M5 [+ E- `5 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : |; ]( R" [4 \' }9 z0 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, U2 m6 T# a8 O) S5 Q4 \6 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 _ q$ l, {- f, J% I' a' \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* z C+ G. t: X0 MHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 ?7 R! [, ?) ?, k- Q y9 @
How you tried to set them free,
$ g4 A% E# C n" X d% U$ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % z5 `" Q! U$ C: z! B3 q8 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , Q. |; S" `3 f0 w1 {( ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % X& g" |: R! ]8 {; ]3 U& ?7 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 X6 \: o' J7 Q6 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Q. g& m/ T: |" N* q' D9 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( ~% F' ^. C7 P! d# I% s+ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " }5 c! c! z" F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 k! u- Q7 ]9 c4 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, , P; B; ^5 V0 J. w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 j( V4 a. y8 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , F! d2 N5 e# Y0 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, j4 D' @% Q. T( w( |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 o9 g' H/ I2 a- {: u1 w2 i7 E/ b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - H A4 v1 V3 v$ e9 ]
( L/ I; }1 `4 M% \2 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . X0 Y( u. _) X' W% G. W
How you suffered for you sanity,$ O$ [/ g% d M3 d& x8 z
How you tried to set them free, 8 r$ n5 T( m4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, & s2 X( a6 p1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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