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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 b0 ?; \1 d# Q& v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) T% u8 J# r( |, N% _- Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ R4 o' }7 I; y' m, Y3 Y2 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ]& h# u8 u" t2 j' m- ~4 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* C: n5 }) f. q7 m2 R+ Z1 ?: }How you suffered for you sanity, * U) G- T$ r! a5 [ B+ l5 c
How you tried to set them free, ! n4 L2 r2 [6 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, U t* t8 d9 [) C" h. ]4 O uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 s1 s* B& k! m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 T8 r- z$ e( S- iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ s0 v6 B/ q0 E, G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# H5 h4 _& H" oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ i. |$ g. d# BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 J0 W0 [. D( V. W/ g6 N& j- B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # @3 c# e# V$ ]: O1 n. }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 _4 ]8 [0 w6 T- f. x! ]% x" D; l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y; |* [6 L3 v7 V6 A; u/ l- [& U+ u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 N- a0 p- ~ p2 d* }4 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / _. g; D1 l" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ u0 V# F/ f: \. o% }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 f {4 Z) i; IHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 h G1 ?9 D+ H5 PHow you tried to set them free,
* v; j {' z7 B. P. R+ Q+ y Q+ sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 J) C3 }7 ~: f+ X- pPerhaps they never will. |
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