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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ H* O. k! U, v' jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( O" O0 V. { s3 S8 b- C8 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) y2 L' @5 s; `, Q1 V5 k2 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- O' B& P# w( Z PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, F0 N5 v- L6 p7 G% CHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 V r: A1 ?; b# k* ^4 F6 E* N( l
How you tried to set them free,
5 i; o# `' Z, ~1 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : m* `# f9 c- p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ?$ I& _8 u$ j' n( JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 d. H A$ ~# p" v! `# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # j8 s5 b) X1 ^6 ?( ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ N* ~& c8 [7 O* w2 k: l: x
E( m) Y; ^4 h$ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ R( E$ y% t5 t% T% n* [6 r& k& K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ~; r7 v7 X. g# r- w- {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, q. u. c1 E+ m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 Y6 e3 P& |* d D$ f; XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 s& z3 q6 g) ~, s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: |8 t! D+ A. fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 m: \3 B3 p6 a0 R, F) nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q! x8 k; u9 Y4 c0 A* EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : l7 o& c% E1 Z' O, F y5 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 L* M, y4 X$ B2 R. G
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 x6 A" g, |) m5 ?$ mHow you tried to set them free,
( d d" }/ V$ i+ z( K5 Q) gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 n( k" i) U: L9 R) K, a* E2 cPerhaps they never will. |
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