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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ Y% a' @. Y, U4 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % t$ F7 h) s' v. T) r* E& k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ O0 g! Q. y" F# O! x* k' _. PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - w; |# d2 N+ D' J4 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ?( e! D' r1 F, u HHow you suffered for you sanity, ( I8 `5 _1 S3 [: ?; x$ {
How you tried to set them free, 4 Z% S @: @# X. q3 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' |0 ]8 i! ?4 \4 J U( ?9 {' aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 b6 b" b" }0 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) l( K- k/ Q) c+ ?+ Q, G+ K+ R' uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, U" I; l4 s3 S/ T3 u2 p* g$ IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 C) X! f- {0 D/ X/ o+ pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# K9 M, G3 a! e' E7 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. f# Q0 A9 _/ w4 Q5 i# [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. O. Y/ Z' r# a1 _" T/ hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ l- p6 d0 r7 Y% q. a) oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * B9 z; x3 R$ [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ~7 T8 O0 M* `( ?' F% T2 n FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + G% S6 V7 H. I( k: t2 {6 T! H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 o4 E% e5 G2 X9 U0 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 o1 U& y1 k. C' r1 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# z" e) |8 m% j& c, |; o# ~) mHow you suffered for you sanity,! T5 |' d8 v9 _1 A! n. `* m2 m
How you tried to set them free, % x% b$ ]3 t9 b! ]; r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 f, ~) F- k1 b* O- l# H8 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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