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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 F1 \9 Q& X$ I: H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# y9 z* @, G) _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) u8 E5 Q: I) I* a4 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 T+ _5 g+ r/ D0 d7 D1 v/ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 e& j' a9 _) A6 a0 s2 m# N, n
How you suffered for you sanity,
- J% j; _' s) Y# B% J. D# \9 @2 {How you tried to set them free, # r( M3 b. D. l2 X3 X$ i$ R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 O9 Z( B ~6 V4 I7 N3 S5 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o/ P3 Y/ ~. S' |( t8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 N) G6 \5 L% H' p& l# R: |, \, [4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Q( |' w, Q; K5 k8 t3 [* \% Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K/ X* _; D7 ?0 O( |, @
0 k& D8 q$ y# V+ E3 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 q g3 o; H, L! @' |& K ^+ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # w- h3 r6 `# B' | U" F+ W& p- Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ]% q& U+ Z( @8 MBut I could have told you, Vincent, . j& k8 E( J7 W7 F4 s6 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 @' K! W5 @# J. d* @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# {, S# u4 s3 I8 a; eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: S( r2 G3 B$ y. f; @! HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & ]! G5 }/ c. X5 B4 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 _1 E4 J' l0 r. w& s4 F3 H: V6 q
( P- a c/ j6 \' [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 M+ ?! i" e& W/ a3 `0 }! P
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 O8 L! G0 z. B pHow you tried to set them free, + [4 [& h4 i8 M" c$ K# g; y1 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ?' @2 J. R9 F3 l* g( z
Perhaps they never will. |
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