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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 k7 @0 {+ o: K/ a" K- [2 I! ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Y! U8 Y1 S# B# w: |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D' ~, @3 G+ z8 g! N6 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. P8 i, @! J1 r$ f- Q2 b+ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 M- X+ K5 \/ g7 M
How you suffered for you sanity, ( L$ S7 t' _! q# E& G* ~2 [8 X
How you tried to set them free,
B) ~: l \( b1 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) @. A# X4 X8 H' k& b0 {* P2 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / X- m5 K4 A' g4 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Q! t- c# h- l: |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, @5 ~6 y* \" X1 y8 M6 }" i0 x; H5 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 b- _9 P, J2 C) U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 I( K! O# R7 {# s: g1 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. K0 ?$ X' I& `, a6 Z! VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 V' s" v7 O1 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . n& o; r" x4 ]4 L# v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # s, \% Y" L6 {# t& v; ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" A2 R# v' Z5 w+ }+ A* gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 o8 L' j7 `# uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ~8 C4 d2 [% }; f- w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; u" f5 j+ O$ v$ H. k, DHow you suffered for you sanity,# p' P1 B/ q0 \6 I7 T) v- C( X: |
How you tried to set them free,
) x0 [' y5 ^% _% M( qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 P* a& c8 ]+ V8 f# Q; Z4 P% v4 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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