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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 |$ X6 f. p o- q1 y3 y% H2 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 v' c" c7 c6 ~3 `. Q! T$ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) |$ Y% I5 |0 L4 d0 \3 v5 s1 q0 ?( O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ~) K; y: L1 X3 U0 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- @ U5 I9 E1 w S% s. h2 q2 }How you suffered for you sanity,
& C h; J% g& b [1 P% k0 dHow you tried to set them free,
5 A+ O" |# c, H/ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. V. h" x" Q& ?; M6 o+ WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# z9 E+ S+ G1 X" q0 }- N. SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ~2 j6 P" _5 w3 Z, k; [2 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 M) `' a( b% k- G3 ] c3 G1 N( ~" D
Weathered 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, ' Z/ j1 v3 q, ?. n+ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : e6 o2 T' [% v, E: A* S8 ?1 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ^. \$ { N6 X! Z* p) h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 j, k; s9 X+ m4 p' FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - W) W- |* n) Q! F' y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ D8 S( E4 Y5 G. i) N$ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! V& V2 K$ D4 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 e9 w& p0 X# G [5 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ e7 \8 L6 g' k/ G) A5 O" K. YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * a3 d) X% H$ l1 [ D2 z' q
How you suffered for you sanity,. N# X! |: O+ O; V
How you tried to set them free, ( _2 w4 F0 X2 F* f ~2 t9 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, . C% m- [* |# Z0 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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