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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# y( F& S* h+ H& g- Y: bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ B- R! N" S. O/ A" z: V' ]) B' RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ a2 f; j6 r; Q& m& }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 B9 W% C) Z9 d) bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 v* m h; w& }" ?. y% T7 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 ~/ m; y$ a; R7 D9 ^" x+ Q# v! r
How you tried to set them free,
0 p% V8 n7 a; r. F7 l: d! ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( n `" `' Y. W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 Z. R) l7 H. C) Q" i. vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 U) S2 c6 g4 g+ Q# I8 y [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- V3 u5 G! z/ V1 {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,
7 _& W0 I1 a/ @4 {- x. c! dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + P& Y2 {3 n3 W8 f' O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 t3 g/ _4 B) I0 b8 I0 u. KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 p* I8 R! H- X) Y: i) SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Z3 u% v! C- H3 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 `# ~3 K i1 Z2 P/ j0 `- \- o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & Q$ N5 X. U+ i' t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( m: [2 k& f! ^) j! d
5 p* B. N4 [/ u1 q6 u' INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) z# G, F+ D! K5 [0 X( ]+ vHow you suffered for you sanity,0 N- f6 K4 {8 Q+ o9 C& ^
How you tried to set them free,
- v+ K! k3 w0 C. H5 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' u/ f! w0 L$ b* ?% JPerhaps they never will. |
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