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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 F' V3 m. J; y" nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * L( u6 i( l7 f& Y8 P# D" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ?' b: J! V% }0 g! M2 O0 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' {. S) g( s7 m' G- J+ X! @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 p" o& t$ \9 o. F1 b Z) C' FHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 {4 k h/ r6 cHow you tried to set them free, 5 h. e4 Q: I8 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Q# b% l9 ^. l* ^+ P% H$ ~, n- ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' d. P @' Y o# w% z4 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; @ R/ R6 [0 x; c' D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 f: _1 i* U8 W" _0 P. j0 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( ^( |- e% h" hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' Q! H/ @( S. e* L) ~7 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 z, f- v& o+ B( U) CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ~5 F2 Q) F( i5 _# t+ DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) U+ A) M$ ^/ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 R& W; q; T# K4 `7 x$ E
. B: y% y9 V6 O& q, I: ?/ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& Z) ^+ b' U2 W' U6 E; h5 u1 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Z9 b& r2 }1 O: ]2 ~% ~( t. `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . \) `, {3 }, b& h$ o" b4 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& x+ X* j I& Y9 Z' lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 |' N |$ w# l9 g" KHow you suffered for you sanity,0 D' H4 Y5 Y" ^( |/ G( Z+ C
How you tried to set them free, 4 @3 j- a: |% ?4 e/ ^% q2 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 K! z$ W- ]$ m4 E$ XPerhaps they never will. |
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