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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ v! V5 |* j% f3 g6 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , X& j8 g( ~* Q# N$ h6 b# ?& H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 d" H0 T k2 n- b- h C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 l# q5 m. V1 O, O/ aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) p7 n8 m/ }. i* i5 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 F# x" V: ^) f. E9 HHow you tried to set them free, 6 o% l% t6 t( @' N4 ~% c+ s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# y( u7 @" u5 {& BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : _: ]/ K* _# Q9 J: O7 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' b9 l0 A! Y* b1 `: D: c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% w" I$ `: k! f/ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . p" z3 |$ X# `1 y
7 Z! y) x; z* D$ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 f/ }' V$ q( O6 I$ o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Z! A1 w+ R' z/ ^; \5 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 s X8 _5 `2 _8 t+ u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 V5 l; {$ \2 K! O% B; T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 u0 x& l& V% _" M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * l T, C% n4 o- s6 G+ l4 g: c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' k% A0 G) b' x6 {6 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. t3 ?( \/ w& n+ H# a" A& {The 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,
# P1 {. d, i- A5 N9 p% c: w6 K7 A* GHow you suffered for you sanity,5 Y2 b/ k0 c$ y' T% ~/ K( ?& a/ g; v
How you tried to set them free, p- H9 V( M1 e- e8 R2 V- e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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