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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 L7 o- E) k" d8 t. ~7 u5 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 i/ R2 `5 Z0 Y: p9 @ _# Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 c8 G( z( Z0 E) o) GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & @) F9 p4 K+ I, `3 {8 z, E* \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. v: C6 O5 M6 c- l+ I) @4 M+ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 h- C5 O/ u* v* D9 S
How you tried to set them free,
q0 ~& b$ j ^* E) IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Y/ y9 o0 c% B# B" J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) d* S% \' O4 r7 T8 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ j; m- Q% V$ i) I% i. F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 U' B+ U& z+ o* }4 u VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 ^& @0 P. B; r: b+ R$ o, gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . i3 e" y9 K1 ?/ M4 e: Z }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Z( r, M/ l; s* L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ^3 a( r/ k; b' E' U! Q/ mBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 z7 r# x4 B7 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! u' ^# F; g1 E7 D1 w' h4 N- S V3 l0 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ~8 n, m+ w- E' [1 Z6 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, M) Y- P$ L) t+ ]6 G6 Y
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, 6 |+ d* t: G8 H# Y
How you suffered for you sanity,' |1 O) d1 @$ M0 l7 e' t
How you tried to set them free, 5 r; W8 ^! u1 {( ~+ G5 H& ~; b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 q* ? p( P0 S1 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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