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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 A) O) M0 [6 [& }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: x4 H. {4 e2 N& n1 t1 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ [) V) ?; S, a7 U, e4 H' h% z! `2 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! e8 H3 p% ^9 u; ]! S/ i" b/ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% r. |4 A5 r$ k4 THow you suffered for you sanity, + P; \" t% j4 x, T' X# G
How you tried to set them free,
7 i9 N) U1 d4 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % O9 A: f, L& w% l% p6 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 \3 y- @; {6 O2 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 C+ s# P+ o1 p- E% _6 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 Y. B4 p' w& O# I" |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. g/ i8 c/ v8 m' m& N8 M* FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- g7 V& I/ E9 w8 Y) ~0 ^ WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * c7 u. d7 t3 Q+ ~9 W0 z9 n u9 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! v, _5 b W$ P+ ^" r/ Q9 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 T; k% f) ]8 @& K/ U- X* X2 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 J# Z# K+ S, kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; s! Y+ w% b; X! r8 b( T' \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' C2 X5 s! Z9 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; n( y' O v* f- n4 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / E# ]$ G, E$ |( W' L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 K) L3 r0 W( F- b9 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 q/ q+ [4 e6 mHow you tried to set them free,
# w3 q3 @, b; P$ QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 [0 i: _- ]( `6 a* Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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