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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ?1 N; W! z" f+ @: o) {! U6 @" GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ S! L$ L# q% C4 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 z- z, a& \( q+ C2 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 k& w/ U* N7 Q' \& ~8 }8 v3 y7 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q' Y+ ~5 ^1 Q4 h MHow you suffered for you sanity, & `; o/ z; S r. L1 p$ c2 T
How you tried to set them free,
& S* v# \: A" }9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; n' a) [! y5 j/ ?+ ?: h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( l# [( n5 k U" z n! D2 \* F# _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 f2 W: H* ^3 v0 @3 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ~$ N( u* g; n' @( y6 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 X! F7 b8 o3 t) v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) {. d2 s8 o; u" t+ ]& `( \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , f$ y- N3 w. A3 f, Y% c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ j6 n7 ]9 D( \$ K, t" v; f3 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 f9 S( M# H" ]) J: w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 g) ]9 H0 E+ q' P. N+ U5 |6 h
7 ~8 b" }1 B% V- p0 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Y$ b$ y' H8 N, i n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % {% d& j6 g# y( ?4 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 m) ~, p, R FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 d2 M) C% c5 s& {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ |( ^) n( o3 R( D+ m3 q& ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
' E2 a/ [, w) K! uHow you tried to set them free,
4 D" f# O; B2 l1 z$ l9 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 `% k, T7 g8 C7 b8 @7 [Perhaps they never will. |
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