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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, @1 [1 X Q0 k( \, t& FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . p, k& P0 C1 h* h2 L6 m& F. d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* O' b7 O. s/ m+ f4 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 `9 N: z. _2 g9 d, o' t3 [9 S- h: H6 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& R/ |/ B( q2 h# n" oHow you suffered for you sanity,
& @4 {! v, U6 r+ ~7 ~4 R. OHow you tried to set them free,
/ H) G, Q/ h/ \" u) ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 E3 W3 K# Q/ R! i2 M2 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 c) r% T2 R, N: z; ]! v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' A6 |9 ~4 C+ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 V9 A. D6 j4 ?' C( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 `5 [. B) p4 |, Y q0 b1 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& U% ]9 U$ `9 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 b- Z' S; [: k( Y5 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , [1 Z8 o" B( |: O6 ]8 e/ W
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ~6 L! t7 u: J, m! s8 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& p& K6 q# J3 |* P2 o( vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 \( W0 W& ^. O- i& K( g3 \+ k& JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: b4 j( p$ ^# A, l( B3 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 Y/ O4 U1 w: @% j& c! _8 V# WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 n c5 r1 R( u9 x* ~$ U! ~How you suffered for you sanity,( `# W0 \0 F4 _6 y$ p0 C
How you tried to set them free, $ F0 m5 i/ u* q1 G4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 o9 B- [8 C0 i+ _2 N5 b1 b! a' GPerhaps they never will. |
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