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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 L; l, u, }% w! iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + p1 \; |0 h8 N4 {* D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* [# @/ v% Z% t9 ^% yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 h3 r; j% r% y+ P3 V5 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* d& D, V7 g; J, j/ r, x
How you suffered for you sanity, $ N+ l! i0 }) Z% c
How you tried to set them free,
- P. K' T$ I0 ^$ \, L4 B: XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; z( J7 ?8 h2 u, L% O) R: B: T3 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ }1 H1 E D" r. J- ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, g, q4 a4 x! @+ T8 }: ^2 J! eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
b, x% `4 }8 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x D7 R) t% ~* p% C+ f, @$ s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ }/ E1 ^& v# c& X8 E) P0 o8 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, M/ \5 g% C7 X+ j$ B% [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 B/ v6 G( ^0 S* G0 ~- g' i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: B( Z1 y; t" t. R2 I* w: Q* aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( e/ X5 |3 H+ r- G1 F
5 k, ]0 g4 B1 O9 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . { f. @( ~* L$ u* C }. {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 q, x6 g# `. i8 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ n+ I+ p3 M8 j% X4 V( H3 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 P& J( \1 m* _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 g! v$ y, h/ sHow you suffered for you sanity,
) N9 m: ^$ ]- \6 s- U& WHow you tried to set them free,
& {6 f$ b8 {/ S9 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 T) C4 a0 \" D) |) O( J: NPerhaps they never will. |
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