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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) X+ [0 i+ q. k1 ]1 P! j: eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 P# g7 _4 Q4 s2 r/ Y% S5 `7 Z& PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 R& r* }, d3 r8 Q& v4 }5 k- U: ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n* \& N6 H6 H' hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 K! U# l8 j! X! zHow you suffered for you sanity, ( ^- n& P$ \' _
How you tried to set them free, $ S# ~$ a; b! }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. u! s# u& o7 V& r0 ]' W7 ]3 D" _" o3 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; f$ a9 _6 K3 f- X1 R- o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, P; h' ?; z9 @3 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& A$ R- k" z9 ^! P3 p& z1 I3 X# KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 X- g x6 O9 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( s I; F" N1 e; F) P) s" N- [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ~2 q- f2 M+ I8 P l2 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 q; r7 I5 a: W& D- o# A2 T. N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. d M$ R) @" X% e4 t4 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ]5 j: ~4 W5 r |6 A9 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: l0 e# [% O M5 D1 @5 K+ t6 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / h) _" a7 q3 h' C2 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " \. h" O+ f% i" X5 z- O4 @
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,
4 o7 z: d# o" ]0 x5 S% W, y& \How you suffered for you sanity,
! S$ C* @& l& C O! rHow you tried to set them free,
; z& v z1 W% QThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( v1 F; |* O( \0 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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