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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: X' Z' ]; M9 L1 L9 J0 E- @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' g, G( G4 i& \0 X" G. t" uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 X) k+ l7 A$ ~6 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( D" U! D' |% P: }. ]0 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 x8 o2 w# V( K! T3 d9 n7 E: j
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 `1 n" M& f9 B, m
How you tried to set them free,
+ ]/ e2 ~/ G+ D4 ^( m! e2 {/ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~/ g8 B/ s F3 E/ H+ y7 T( a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & C* } J, v6 @) R$ Z) ] w( |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ~7 m7 w! P7 `4 L. h N$ \/ V; B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # r( |7 ?, \ M& x; J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* G6 Q* _# W& m+ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & q. j4 ?4 r& J/ }! }0 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ e7 O) y3 ]0 D& p0 @# i( r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% A" P ]* x8 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
o! x) ^2 ~! X# EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , B. A5 T# o9 H% W& d
4 ], a+ }; ~3 W5 \1 i' fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; T- J: o& U' u' y( ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" m6 p! t0 F; m# K+ R7 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 l ~# U4 p* ~) U0 ]5 J" KThe 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,
: S: O) `) |' mHow you suffered for you sanity,$ L2 j3 {, V% @
How you tried to set them free,
. r5 `7 u3 n/ f+ y) o2 B* FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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