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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ]& Q( J# _6 _3 W' v* Q) w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & C( j5 P$ a( I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 `8 o% H( f) a( G9 w8 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Q! K4 j, [3 I& a% A" DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 C& T' R1 F5 u5 B5 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 U* _/ S5 `3 w+ W7 L7 ~How you tried to set them free, & {# `9 n- x( ]; ^; K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) I+ ~2 I9 g: @& V- G7 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Z& U( x9 W% p' m1 A* V& ~; g; B! B0 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* O; Z: \& x& A" w. iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ^( n+ S' F8 h5 L' d8 ~/ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) f! g# \ }; T0 ^1 z' w2 B S7 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; O! C9 c7 I6 ^, X: m1 {& g8 U, p5 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! J- l2 ~5 J) |. X X) T) i% w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 G6 t0 s8 i) B! l" h6 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 v/ e i& p: }$ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 ?; e& R1 N7 @6 r" e* q/ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ K6 [0 q4 v; Z ?, A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ }* h9 a, I3 S9 P% m5 V0 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: P) `) R' p( G" n; kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 o8 d7 `+ b/ x6 G4 T8 i0 N
% _/ f4 f& [( f! sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
s9 e8 k! q1 ?+ G1 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ O% y6 o8 _; u8 v& i+ vHow you tried to set them free, / _. F# h5 z+ y& s/ Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! }$ m5 }' c' v# W3 l' qPerhaps they never will. |
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