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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 b( @4 ]2 S1 ]$ }8 y, [( h4 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; H u( S: k+ u7 j- A( T" BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ?' T" @/ [" C2 j# x7 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # m! H2 ~" S c/ K+ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' v3 [" F! T( O, x5 N2 X$ u
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 A( A1 D5 ?2 [' K
How you tried to set them free,
5 b/ r, n" G2 Y$ ?! c' P9 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 I8 [& O O! L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 E& S1 B \. c: I+ U7 F3 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * C: ~5 {1 k) b$ ?3 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 F5 y4 p9 O/ {( j: @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / I: f( S ]" }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Y9 }5 x4 k0 `( _& e) {$ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 k; @' D% N/ k4 |But I could have told you, Vincent, * v' u) s. v% `, |& M8 t7 h, d' i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) E( d8 D4 I( R7 W1 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ^0 ~+ O( @+ D! ?" o( Z+ H# zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 `) I2 r( U4 i) m: ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 v; N4 d0 ? o ]; i7 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 b" f1 g% |; z* S8 ~- r
/ r2 q8 v) L. ~* h6 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 \+ H6 n" v( y# t- dHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 a7 {( K# w% ]9 h: CHow you tried to set them free, ) w, ]1 i. j" n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" `: C& Q# h- i# _3 F: w5 V& SPerhaps they never will. |
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