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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Y. s, B' G4 q6 R1 r2 K2 C. Y, i; zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 o: U& b: f. \' d+ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Q) h Q9 t7 o1 P8 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , C6 e% k! j# s, b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 \, i4 H- Y3 t, n& V1 H3 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ P" C9 U3 B; c" i' d3 k7 @How you tried to set them free, $ `" J! C4 g7 q, o. D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ X7 {8 b p' ^/ u: B5 J4 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 q. z! m/ l( w" _* J% lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' N, w3 }$ N5 A7 G% [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 f( O; Z* A6 k( u! g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( X2 [* o+ @) y0 u& e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 @/ M0 ?4 D& N# X- W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 }' k+ w9 j7 b* T: qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 y5 L- e8 H. B* _. w- F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# a$ b/ F9 n6 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! b% h& {* S4 @/ f+ q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 M6 a! W# n" R8 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 @( a! h, h3 r+ z0 ?' M. o& Q/ T8 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % Y0 ~- a |/ b+ E: B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 |+ {5 L! r; r3 G! v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - `) A: o4 v3 `% }. W$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,: I+ s( }$ B7 z" U: V7 t* c+ g
How you tried to set them free, % w3 i V1 O/ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, & i8 W( S6 u2 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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