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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Z8 V4 ^; P; N1 l! v+ S; @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - I! M6 O" D! }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," C$ _+ k% W8 Y! G6 A+ ~3 F$ l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 t1 \" P" ~! U4 I4 F* s+ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, f3 y$ @5 X* _- j$ r1 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
" i1 A. n0 G3 j. h3 o' s7 GHow you tried to set them free,
C* N8 y8 |/ l: AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 k2 l* s; P6 Y/ t! B, J, K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 o: `6 T' Q0 z$ O( }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ k2 n' W$ g0 `( H1 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 z3 D: P3 v; DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / D) q; b( X! y; ~
8 u9 H4 |4 U- u9 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) L9 ]+ q s3 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 k# R. K4 P' r6 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ N5 _+ T" \2 m: a4 ^# NBut I could have told you, Vincent, , N' X' N% r% J/ c4 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 y. w, z. c1 M5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% t' \/ _+ I, L$ ^2 ~) N+ ]6 b# @1 r) rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 O8 L( ?) N' {, f: H: V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- {% F7 v. E$ D4 g+ ]; Z/ ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, h; c" ~/ G+ L& o
How you suffered for you sanity,
# \9 w1 r" w9 {' L( LHow you tried to set them free,
; Z) {" T; I5 M& d& C, E( h! JThey would not listen they're not listening still, O% K0 ~8 K1 J# W+ u6 n" O
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