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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ?1 c5 w7 s) l) Y9 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' {4 z# L- M4 G; y: \7 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 @5 ~0 ^2 e+ P' xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. j7 W" D- t2 @; f) o$ ]- Y9 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ q2 P1 D) |! z+ V" O1 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 N2 A" O* F& R, Q0 r3 y3 LHow you tried to set them free, : a4 t* B- e- M. [- |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Z) Y4 ^+ n1 u7 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 _3 m3 b6 ^% }$ ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% t l* g! m @4 u* KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ k5 t. H4 w# G k w3 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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T1 ^& W' K; G( RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: H3 p. a& ^2 y# AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % A; I4 e, {6 A" h3 h* y, e2 y* m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 B, p5 G7 @, u+ C2 XBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 m4 {! A' X2 `, o" E' q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 E" w1 R) D! S% x# H1 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* M* V7 B$ f6 X- kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, O1 ?9 O; R6 o8 _' `# q. XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) i b! _4 U' I! C8 m
& C0 e3 S9 p8 b3 Q' ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . Q2 F6 \" T5 k; d$ M* k# H
How you suffered for you sanity,
# G. [5 n) o( L3 i1 ~How you tried to set them free,
4 p, K4 V1 W/ rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 F; t/ V$ T8 h4 W: LPerhaps they never will. |
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