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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ _. P5 r+ V$ s3 ?; L0 P- H: H* N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 i3 k6 ]; j7 n# b8 k+ C. ]( Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ h& A- A$ G6 h1 F, z) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " I' D. L; Z* X# q& l& L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. {& d# M) \5 U# w* J3 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
( \& x. q+ {) t3 u, VHow you tried to set them free, ! i( T; v- J5 m3 _+ j6 \3 c1 D; J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 i' d# `9 {- a) x2 f6 ]# q$ iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & h+ F6 X5 ^; _; g$ A& \6 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Y% d4 P1 V3 D: l9 ~: R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! X, I6 v7 i. YWeathered 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,
7 a |0 B+ T% V) NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / s8 G- g2 p. c9 G+ V7 H" x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; f- Y" m0 G% N5 g FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ x5 W7 ?$ h& Q- @8 E+ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . B3 e- y# J4 @4 m, u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 f! Z) G _% Q4 A4 E' vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ w, b" |$ l6 r1 X( ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / \* g. z6 K$ B0 b0 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ?/ r% P. n5 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 c- O6 @6 e' \1 Y: Q0 Z9 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 E3 X# _9 }: ^- }6 O V# vHow you tried to set them free, " v8 t" [" c4 B+ m+ [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 z- q% R, n: {! q* |0 z! c, B+ T! TPerhaps they never will. |
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