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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 V, H. g2 @9 M* a. N# mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: n+ |5 r1 K; ]$ c- G$ K- YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 {& q/ [# I* x0 z- g6 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 o/ J0 V! ]* Q8 P! f9 {! |5 y- ]3 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," l9 F& ~. `: r: K% J
How you suffered for you sanity,
R6 |: k _. THow you tried to set them free,
. ]9 C" s# e$ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) I& J0 J% Z- |4 N% \/ K: dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ]; }6 `4 h# l) P) D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- T% z4 p- p) R" P: Z# A+ J* M7 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ W3 G) ^3 o! F9 S0 |# L7 O5 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! ?2 K/ m C9 p- ~! D- yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: J& X! C* u9 X& KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, |. @2 e" i2 ^1 R! ?1 C' f- c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, y7 B. f1 F3 c& qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ?; `& r( P" B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; ~, s; w8 z+ e" u) AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 O8 o4 @1 N. ^2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q8 ~0 s& U) R8 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " {2 A3 d9 t: o7 j, ^
How you suffered for you sanity,& \5 s) r3 k8 n5 c- ~! n
How you tried to set them free, , ~* R5 ]% a7 Z1 { T; D3 W
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ Z/ G" @2 a* j4 J* r2 y" {) D
Perhaps they never will. |
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