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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# b9 h" x6 ~6 l3 h8 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: r0 h/ d7 X) k ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% h) ^7 J2 y8 } Q$ ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& R. O* O# Y2 ^ [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 I/ {* A! m) _
How you suffered for you sanity, & C9 s( l' { ], w6 y
How you tried to set them free, + f/ i- T3 s3 s: f) d; G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' O4 e) y8 D; t* s% t: i- W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # }9 f9 r9 c6 F+ U$ r6 R6 B9 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
E' r+ C, F' o% {+ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 C+ Y8 c- N6 U- I8 \0 t0 X UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' v# j2 F1 q, Y2 u, R0 @) R) b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 _7 j# s; C; P" q# x! P& N1 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 _% [8 |: ^( I! T7 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 a% C5 D9 G4 E3 x# LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 T3 v! j5 B, l2 y! Z/ O) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' J( ^9 [8 V4 O: ^, S9 J8 y: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! O* G, k. q$ ]- y" ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) g$ ~! j4 W" ?: g% u& DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' j3 f2 @7 u1 A" E# tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 k* V' b! ~: R: K* }4 ]
) Q$ a# z, E$ y, P+ G, i1 F! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 n5 A, T$ j$ w' ]" j3 t$ MHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 h: |2 _' e2 q8 h% O# @How you tried to set them free,
9 A- M2 d' g4 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: M2 S, W2 Q& W5 T' v' X; hPerhaps they never will. |
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