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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) _/ @3 c9 r/ |+ xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 a% [3 \' k) j9 _# j% R; l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. x8 Z2 F- h+ k8 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. w. d1 l/ F& f* R8 ~% P$ q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) m) n- u2 E$ f# N% C' X: c! J" s. bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 b1 }, \7 Z7 B" z% [How you tried to set them free,
' E1 _" N5 D! ~: L! b* p6 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( d- H0 b3 p7 B( f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 f) m; _/ m( ~' P$ v! ^! OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 S% v$ P% S& L/ B" H1 j- |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ?8 A+ R& V% Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 g/ V/ \, J; u( ]: h* M* m6 f! G( J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' P- d- |, b, D, K1 c5 P: M+ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( g: U( V; p0 C; L5 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 J% T6 O( m0 E, b8 o( Q# hBut I could have told you, Vincent, - T0 H1 v- y: f+ C, o% T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, i3 v m# g$ ], B |3 y' U% sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ |2 H* w2 o" B' K7 N( VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! g+ e9 y! }- Y7 Z- I7 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ R: z1 w; C r% @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 c7 D0 ^0 m' }; \7 s, m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! t5 ^8 t9 \# q6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,) L0 \5 O; c( j9 R; I
How you tried to set them free,
B) t( Q1 `, ^4 _ X3 e/ r& ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Q5 p$ y: Y: |# |$ HPerhaps they never will. |
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