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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: y3 Q, c3 r! g/ {: U. e3 ]+ D$ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; l- ^2 [9 Q/ ?; O' e. y" bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 `# m2 B! \% {# S0 ]4 W5 ]" lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( R, u1 A+ O3 H z; f! @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. ~+ p' u' o2 H$ t
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 y, S0 c' R" o* I
How you tried to set them free, + {$ Y+ Q1 M; M( n! m6 l; A/ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! i2 l# t- c' l3 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & w ]0 E& N F; O& J0 h$ M# g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% U' ~+ M+ e' y6 b" q2 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 N" o+ x1 p4 U/ x- NWeathered 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, + `1 W: o; r# o$ _# v) t5 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 p6 D" @6 `2 [: a: _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 q) ]; ` @* U# y) \: `But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 R4 F/ h: [8 N+ p3 A, h R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 E2 `& \1 k/ }4 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 w5 C6 Z$ ?1 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 g: |$ q& p3 V! m& |) Q/ }: GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. _! D1 {8 P8 e. R% k; ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 s. |' ^0 r( q6 X: R
( I; b6 f- I' o5 a- g6 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! |. X: \- Z$ C7 K d* |7 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ Z& k( R/ `) c4 b% I' ?" gHow you tried to set them free,
/ ]! I8 Z9 A0 h8 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, " F, y+ t% b2 {7 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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