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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 L# f- H+ i5 E' Z& u3 G% _8 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* a' C4 u9 C1 f) \( q+ QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) ~( f3 B! B1 j; W' R! K* z3 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% o: O+ P& \1 W: d- k. w1 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- _/ _/ p, D: v1 S6 O$ [. J) Y0 Y& E
How you suffered for you sanity,
! x! j, g1 D& d3 `& f K# i# FHow you tried to set them free, 8 m% q& ?" i$ {0 _0 A0 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( e5 k7 z d# S% V; B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 j% G# h0 u: R2 p( XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , l; |, b. `8 ~! o# R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' v* B! |# s. o7 n! T4 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' K2 ?# t" l8 x, R; k- E+ }, wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! K# F% _9 m! e2 @7 A4 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 }- L- P; z7 s& B5 I; m2 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Q- u7 x, l W% ?. T+ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* E# ], u. K, ]1 }/ s/ o' F _ Q. T5 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 t5 A3 n$ U1 S" }: p/ p% k/ V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% R% n0 G9 u1 ?* Z6 H% C, V3 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* d2 X6 } I: v- c' lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 `( \# r' j. C( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . A( s- V. m/ g4 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! `; l/ X* b" K& j: NHow you suffered for you sanity,. r+ [% X" A# x" M D9 ?' F) r
How you tried to set them free,
W" l! u" c1 b4 g1 `' s, GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 N! {# d7 q& \, S: T! R2 APerhaps they never will. |
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