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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% _& c# c/ A! S3 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 j# Z% Z' f) ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! }. f: v/ A1 V. o, h3 s: \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ^4 w' _" L; x2 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. |! g; R. _2 B' s
How you suffered for you sanity,
- l2 l( _3 @: ~. m2 t. WHow you tried to set them free, # s1 H4 R1 j( F/ W& [) _8 F; K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# L3 M& R6 ^3 x2 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 e4 P9 t0 M3 p& x( M3 p! k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 k/ n- K8 ]$ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Q1 o$ M" n5 p! P( T( J7 n* B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " N- p3 F5 t7 @
# x; q# {5 w4 X! lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 c" N3 k8 h( x( W5 [) j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& {# C& o: b; T) eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 _! f: j( ^5 B: k( PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 N9 e! j" c# o0 F4 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( k: Q6 H2 E! `5 ~6 N2 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& J, B! T9 K" B1 s% y6 S, ?* P- pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" p1 f" J. o* t6 i s. `5 j, RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ t; z9 b: `3 X- x6 ?# x( Z# a
! R1 R0 K+ t8 g9 ~) bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. D( v0 z4 |( ~# l! B. M5 U! fHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 { {2 ]7 S7 s9 [# XHow you tried to set them free, ! u& f, O. x# X' N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 X: T4 E9 v( O" APerhaps they never will. |
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