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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; C% u# X0 T L" R( {! RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ ^6 C- |$ \& AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& H) T0 @( Q, M% E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! W( g e ~/ k g+ r5 u1 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ A. g" q! x) _! L
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 `/ c% `4 e- I- \# dHow you tried to set them free, # ~& N0 R% k' A# R* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 w- s9 ^4 O7 ^9 T9 _+ q8 [4 z$ F* H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , ? K# ~" ]' J1 |. H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P0 J. C: x' S# S; r% F% H$ L' v0 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- P# L- Z8 K7 H/ w; ^) K: O1 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , V' @9 W9 o) v! Q0 I% i3 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" R6 N& W& F& nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 K& q4 h. k# G5 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, P1 h# w5 b- W4 M/ V
But I could have told you, Vincent, + _. A. E D- \& @1 V/ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( H: z7 S8 N. I% e% i+ o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 G; q! A5 y; h, W' i) ?7 o2 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . y* [4 K, h. ?2 n6 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' p$ A$ C1 ^+ s: V! d vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 n8 k1 V+ X( t$ j, M7 `8 j( INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% g4 L2 u% _" OHow you suffered for you sanity,
( p+ G4 ~( K3 u, I" XHow you tried to set them free, 3 q% [3 E6 ^1 F% w |( q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' k, b. ^' H' W# T& b, y/ L) l# }Perhaps they never will. |
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