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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ G5 z ]! \9 v: RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . O5 {8 j5 Z9 J7 U8 C/ e; K+ p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& R7 g6 D- P3 Y! `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . b; s. F& {! A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 H+ @( K3 {& e2 LHow you suffered for you sanity, # h) \) w8 c9 [1 R! t
How you tried to set them free,
+ h! _" Y A' DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- w1 ?, n9 a1 _+ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . w: a* ?& f5 C0 p2 B# X! i' t0 [& y. N5 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# `" Z8 s q' v! @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 x/ b* D; N& U2 _ w: f) I; \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ]8 |4 g! t7 t: [' W7 k( x6 b
, ?$ H1 ~# v3 y) r: j2 h, kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ |& j8 W4 T, u+ `! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - J0 v4 L$ J9 ]; Z6 M0 s, Y! c0 l+ G) `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" C5 L3 _ N' N; T4 a, e, h% QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' G3 A+ V9 I) lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; \# ?& G6 w; {& l! ]. QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 S8 A! d/ U5 k( h* W/ v. [+ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ? F5 Q% ^6 I: @' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) V n% n0 a6 m/ |, z/ G% h4 v: E; @: S# z( YHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ] \% U7 N3 [ ]2 I) a5 yHow you tried to set them free,
+ I* I1 u1 Y+ k# s; l/ ]$ h) C8 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ A7 c$ J* ^3 h ~! d1 ePerhaps they never will. |
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