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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( v$ i- Q2 J, J' w$ ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( n" |0 I& q2 j) s& t( qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ g$ T8 r* q/ d' M; x5 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( u( e: Q; ~0 Y8 K# eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 N( A0 L( [8 x7 D. P/ w) ^
How you suffered for you sanity, $ d/ z/ T2 p6 L2 s/ H
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q7 {. m, ]" I1 l- }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. K0 a" l6 P1 z) @1 S% b% R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . L+ x8 c- w+ R- V- G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 F+ N8 @+ e3 {9 e J; ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }% n C2 b+ ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- o! o! r9 R# yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 B. ?; M- Y5 z1 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 K5 c+ G$ ?3 i7 F$ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * o9 u7 @+ S! C" `+ j+ x
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; P4 \. o' q! c: S( u1 U7 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ u: j9 @. Y1 s) y% L3 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 k9 o: Q( s# p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ]: z; Z; S! x A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * @# z S' U2 l' I* _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 R3 u, N& j$ p7 b- |* _0 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 J9 w- f4 {8 [# EHow you suffered for you sanity,
" A, I+ ?1 z( E& kHow you tried to set them free,
9 ^6 c9 s! ?! K0 i0 u( ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
* ~5 D! g% G; @* t* rPerhaps they never will. |
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