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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 t4 v( e! U9 U1 s. [. Y1 \" v" P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 l$ m1 H6 C! E6 G5 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 S) k1 s# }" H0 T$ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 F9 S: R: U; I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 H! h9 X+ |9 YHow you suffered for you sanity, # a5 F7 c# w5 n; c
How you tried to set them free, ) G0 q' M7 l7 E# a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Y; b5 w% X* \+ f" W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' S* H' t) a% d% e$ x4 U5 k7 }" y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( t& x) C( b/ H) P! }( i% G* lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 c% L! m+ Y0 [* [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' t# l5 ~" a$ z- w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( _* G/ ?: R3 }( }9 F A+ p& Q; e, mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. r, l' R; F' [& @, ?9 }% \5 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, m" `, N* F. [" M+ r, L& T/ A' ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 Z" V+ m a0 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! k7 D2 e4 y4 w( A! OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# R" e4 d8 p4 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 y5 S: K$ t/ y0 D! `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ C% {( H0 T1 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 G# T# y, C6 D7 k& W
1 r" r; Q1 U+ c/ ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 f2 j$ L# T; |2 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
# i6 h4 N! l; D4 F, xHow you tried to set them free, 3 p: a! h5 J! _
They would not listen they're not listening still, , b, |3 |, c5 o' V9 ?9 t" k6 A( u* K, F
Perhaps they never will. |
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