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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - a$ @$ i0 Z+ A8 e5 q9 d: m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& {% }- l) R8 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 R: h0 X3 g& @* `% }/ O( G# V4 M1 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - D* k1 \4 V8 f' H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* T$ Z. I" t+ j, s6 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
! U7 k; K) n, }- LHow you tried to set them free,
4 ?) R% ^! T3 B2 s. X& l2 }; OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Y% l' b8 B$ O% N9 B( g% JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 I$ g1 [2 R1 k; X& b+ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Z: H) q6 x6 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: y7 }' J6 N" ?4 P8 B% ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 R# u) S) ?- a. zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' M) f9 T) H8 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
M2 f2 Z s* x- d' R# ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( C0 Q- y9 y2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. }5 m; i! l6 c: dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& \; U( Z# Y0 ?: F: t7 O% vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 |1 n4 o& V) N8 O) O4 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* L1 L. }( F+ j3 |4 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * W4 e/ P Z1 s% t1 n: j$ H; H X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 l+ v Y" E$ }# `" G
' U7 ~/ D- E5 C$ ~/ r9 w& |5 z* oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, m( {7 Z3 d# z* X, L; E( dHow you suffered for you sanity, h+ s6 V8 P G
How you tried to set them free,
0 @" P" G7 o5 h; i/ u; \' uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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