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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) W; b' G3 @" G) s, A; _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; d- e# n$ F5 T, f; Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 G+ Q7 e2 S5 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u3 @. _; E) ^3 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: [8 S$ B; Q: X* H
How you suffered for you sanity, k8 B* ?$ O' W1 `" g( z9 y
How you tried to set them free, h* j7 J6 L8 d; L/ X" D% a% \8 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 @9 C2 n5 e, J1 T! fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 P2 b, D- F! C7 N1 \4 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# e! F6 c' q+ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 x9 j$ @6 O2 R! H! BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 K' t- u% `8 ], g
* c7 P( T2 K- c1 B, w0 Y/ K5 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( L" J1 I# i% e" _* W7 h( D7 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Q- l. e S2 j0 _8 I0 E) UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 a4 h5 v2 e! B2 I MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- s+ e+ a; Q) |& FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ f {3 T4 [* r9 ^0 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ N0 T# r f5 v: E A+ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 @( g2 Z- `% r* Y0 ]# S1 b/ O) N7 C( eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . C! x4 |$ }' L( N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # R! K8 f! n0 e. X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! Z; H" C; ^0 P' s DHow you suffered for you sanity,4 z/ C8 {, J. W; [
How you tried to set them free, ) h) B4 S4 ]0 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 V2 y, w1 x( e: D- nPerhaps they never will. |
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