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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 @" c8 b. B( t6 s% |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ q* t8 z; T$ Y9 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( E8 Z. g* f$ B0 s3 i% WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& X8 F8 L7 ^, D/ _& Z3 v1 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 R' Y6 I+ G! {, e/ DHow you suffered for you sanity, ! I* [0 `* R* E
How you tried to set them free, # T, F V1 x4 i0 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, q% S3 P& \1 B$ N5 d1 O* G3 x/ b7 D2 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # b) ?+ ^5 _0 H' ]$ Q* I. u! v3 J# b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ]3 d, K) w2 s! h( RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" O- G6 ? j6 v' d' l8 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % D! O% J8 s+ }5 c( [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 J I0 h6 ^1 y, f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ?% r$ f0 w( ~7 \; v3 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 a# K- W! C- v: U* D, x. z/ B& CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ P/ q" ]2 b2 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; a& N/ j# x6 _8 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 `0 H( @) m7 W5 d( Q, ^2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 M- G1 u& t4 e8 m" u% }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 p+ X: X( L/ D6 v" j3 C; a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. H- |6 g6 x8 b5 p1 R' Z1 b q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 d. U1 b) B# y$ z: F+ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
; W) A0 d- v7 U" ~How you tried to set them free, $ o/ N- Z1 Y9 j- v( h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" P$ t' e% ^6 Y6 B! ePerhaps they never will. |
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