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8 I& p* D/ X+ pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % a" e6 J- B* p( Q; j7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 G! G: l' |* y' mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* K* S' ^: ~, f/ G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ w0 U3 L0 I/ f6 M; JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. j- o/ q/ o7 `1 L6 ~ Q. @; tHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 I7 c4 _( I2 `4 w# R. z( C' B
How you tried to set them free,
6 ^& D& `/ ]" |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( [0 G0 s. c1 }6 O1 _# j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 j9 @7 V* F9 x( VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 t) k1 x, \5 J7 [6 r8 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + [0 o# f. k0 @* |$ A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ]/ y; A( M& s7 f; c3 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & P6 [ J1 O L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & q1 ]2 X9 _1 I( i# [" J; H* [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, r: o$ m$ F$ k4 `+ T; s( w6 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 d) B! L' N' b9 c2 Z6 C6 p) pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! }1 y8 ` v+ k# HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 [9 O- u' T. C6 }/ vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 g+ X* L7 J, i; MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & f' X& U- W- _9 E" p1 ]4 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ h( e3 D) T& Q# Y. K/ QHow you suffered for you sanity,9 w( A* @2 D }! _# K' p. A7 D7 Z% h
How you tried to set them free,
6 ]$ q2 K: ~) [' c( U0 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# F! d" ?4 z4 u. pPerhaps they never will. |
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