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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
?) G1 x! d# P" J) _8 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
i9 j, Y; i" i7 R% _0 d; KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 y, }. {4 c" ?7 l R2 Y# c- _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . [) Z o c4 ^8 g8 r6 k+ D" }: w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 \: r, ^, v6 m5 ]0 m4 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 s) \0 p- m, i. a. c9 G UHow you tried to set them free, ?/ S3 P0 y) ^. M& r6 h' @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ K9 D5 x( f# R4 V$ L l# b! DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " c, S% F4 ?5 S* q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 }# M" v' \9 J/ p6 z+ Z d! ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) x/ y" s4 C7 j( GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 U |( F5 v& T. \7 V6 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L, i7 L6 g- J X- y2 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % H1 s' T! O! z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : J7 g6 l/ R( U, B+ s
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( M; G% r+ r- w' Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , ]8 q% Q; ~1 k: b' R- m% K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ B; q W8 z GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 E7 S* c& O- S9 w8 L- LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % D$ T8 g2 d* `1 h" G+ }3 M/ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 Z1 L4 O) \+ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . w% @! V. B' s: j7 R% L
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ Q7 g5 |4 A4 R3 VHow you tried to set them free, X3 ]- A6 I# u' E$ ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 T4 P5 J) m( k3 k* wPerhaps they never will. |
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