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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ^/ @0 y# u* I: QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 b0 h6 x- Q; B) f: T& O& E* G4 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 H" O6 h# ^! H& V, h$ ~' d& n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Z# I9 D' p0 Z9 {" nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) _( X3 |$ A+ y4 ~ U/ B _How you suffered for you sanity,
' I, F2 {* C) s' f/ sHow you tried to set them free, " ]( ]! I0 p1 |% m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( @/ f2 H& }3 ?2 P0 g0 x% I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 L) C1 U2 _; _" ^6 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) o5 C M+ p; h2 q7 s& l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 R; b3 c2 L2 {+ V$ P$ ?1 |' hWeathered 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,
8 `+ n {7 A5 _2 `& h+ `3 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- u5 L) S5 @, O' l. i' E3 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' p! k" |3 G% G) x! F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 r3 V7 [1 |; j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ D F, {9 x2 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! T1 A% O, d% HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' r( R; m+ [8 c/ }! }9 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! |6 t; A4 d* w# A8 O1 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ^' c- T2 J1 [0 o. u2 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M% i# Q0 t, c- a' g! E2 E* {! a0 `* A
How you suffered for you sanity,4 X4 C6 N" l3 p' f( g p. j
How you tried to set them free, 5 f! n! d: p. L7 c: J* z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ M. L; X( d. l% PPerhaps they never will. |
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