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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 T2 @& M. m1 k, b- VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - x, u( h! R( H# e7 U1 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ?. J H$ U4 P& n' i, f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( u; r! l8 d- q. S0 p# S E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. {- n! }0 G6 B
How you suffered for you sanity, / b# S& y* P% Y
How you tried to set them free,
( q: b8 K2 g# ?. M2 u' ?7 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 |9 [# s$ R9 N) p. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 G! V8 E, `- X! D" VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; R6 @8 L2 i3 i6 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 \9 t! {: C% }9 I/ B/ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 C% p/ p. @5 U7 q- ]2 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ f% n7 f& q- ~/ k/ ~1 U# VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " t- y; Z/ V: E( o& [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, Q/ X) C- H4 k' k: ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Q; e! a3 V% G) R. |) PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 W1 T$ F/ M7 G% Z6 G, vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' _6 m. x# w, |1 ]4 C+ w' P2 ]2 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 @$ S: ^: r$ U4 K8 I) f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* E" s1 y8 Z( \4 q1 L8 j; e; mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; O g( ] q) c- [7 F8 @7 I
9 J' [1 V* ?& E* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 K' b: R9 e% KHow you suffered for you sanity,4 Z$ I- G) T3 R
How you tried to set them free, 7 w* J/ `9 \7 E$ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 p) u% Q5 |2 l& N
Perhaps they never will. |
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