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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# _4 L% z! {4 B, A' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 l" y7 s" H0 l$ Q* l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ^* g3 Y& `) `( z* f6 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 G3 ?# ^$ w$ ~9 e( m; nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ {: }% s! v' i8 U# N3 I) bHow you suffered for you sanity,
, U' q. p0 b6 rHow you tried to set them free,
; }3 k" H" T+ y# Z. P: n; t: A6 O2 H) EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 X t; ?9 s# m, p$ [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) q& P; W2 p$ l A2 E( bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; D& b6 n- Q% d1 @' ~& N( ^% U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 j& b; I! {, E+ ~. V6 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 @& F- p. O+ |7 W( P6 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" c) K: Q. x+ n% G! q- GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. t: P: ~4 P: x$ q% mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) f1 V# g+ k8 ]5 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# T8 k, o0 A h: ~6 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. U- L% ?( r$ ?6 X5 j% O |: c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 L2 V2 {; z3 P/ P4 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & i+ Y, U' w4 J, L, z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 o% \: K# y2 L& _3 P' C! A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 [$ Z( a2 f" Z
How you suffered for you sanity,1 c, h/ ^( I! F
How you tried to set them free, / r' A4 x+ c# C% H6 I: H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 \8 z+ y1 A( A- H' I, lPerhaps they never will. |
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