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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" N( g% v! ?8 o9 J( E9 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ?5 L, r# r. ]! N2 M$ V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
V0 v# F% |1 r! j" E& VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 G+ O8 a+ P G. T" W4 [. TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* \# [- Y( u* m5 z% S! P( S" n
How you suffered for you sanity, : [2 Y4 H! A4 Y: Z
How you tried to set them free, 8 I0 l. ]: H; W n8 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 m, @0 v8 ~7 _" z1 i4 v" l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; B* Z* G; r% t. l$ i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + f4 Y1 |% E! m0 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # j7 u: g& Y; r6 W! p6 N
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, 1 R3 ^0 r$ D8 |# K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" l0 L8 k) l6 U3 t, h# kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( e; q+ P$ [# X o- MBut I could have told you, Vincent, : _+ x( I8 I3 ^# M; `, O9 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & h+ z+ G- {9 I+ v* A |6 \7 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 B' {# ^% i0 Q2 ]$ `2 o2 A) x0 }, \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : U8 D5 ?8 w3 {+ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , g: S3 \3 {0 A( I1 t/ u9 o$ R K9 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,
3 O! G( r0 x. z: C" q; qHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 |$ ]# o- N) m mHow you tried to set them free, 4 _, e' S6 O* J- n p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( V# j4 u; E8 Z7 J2 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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