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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* Z( ^ Z0 Y+ a5 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 s7 c( |& {/ E% XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ f( Q0 n( q$ y1 Z3 P0 M2 A2 `1 t" w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: {5 Z( s3 u6 {/ d3 w& DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 w; G2 l. B4 \/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 q% o6 S: j* A4 h& o" n! x3 DHow you tried to set them free, 6 Y5 E: z5 t0 f- Q9 x8 j2 r% A _7 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; f; O' P; j( a# d( P% V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Q3 M, ^8 Y. r9 S1 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. {+ G9 k0 M# ?# X# ]' S2 y( I- N fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . L5 }" a/ m/ k4 ?5 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% \: m# T2 e7 j, ^& K4 b% xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 g+ c* p" U. L6 V! N( R4 K; z% ?) |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ^1 S4 @' j& l6 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# m+ ~% u- k2 U% M4 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Y+ c: t' x6 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : M$ D; O& {6 r# P1 s! d
$ ^; q! T( D; I9 t8 H1 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 B& |* ?& a9 F4 F; i. _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 X- e0 ?6 U0 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 H4 P, z: Q, n- F2 c5 ~ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 B) a9 `8 V" X4 n: b$ t& n. y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, l+ @: K& v3 X" Q) m
How you suffered for you sanity,
% X' j( I+ i. ?: \. KHow you tried to set them free,
1 N$ \; ^% |4 p7 k" OThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; S: H2 @! R5 _7 A, s- Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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