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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 l4 \$ z! s, @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( } c& Z8 T% {# F: M+ y/ n/ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 n8 G) L9 b) v1 r5 L5 p& _8 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, h g/ o9 ~/ Q) P: E% r; \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 c+ w" C0 m3 G- kHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 R$ W* @' l: `2 j1 O x
How you tried to set them free,
7 }. q+ o" q# g! O( {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) G( `7 M$ x& L- h* @5 |3 {% p7 j+ s* OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 }8 _- ~, Z7 K$ j; _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # C( M; Z0 x* J6 r1 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' d7 u" y9 C# h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * I" b7 J+ _) g: t- k& B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; r7 F9 w* h# `$ z9 v9 C! g* ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& Y- \6 U8 Q \! p( z7 n) J/ cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 }" S0 p% Q0 {. C! D6 N* ]9 V1 G; i
But I could have told you, Vincent, % g3 [2 }1 v8 ?, e2 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + N& F+ X- F0 C; u \! C: S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
I: R: d b5 M* ^& k& \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Q# b" j* f, S0 M8 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ^1 z* K1 K$ C0 I4 i" g1 M5 Z. wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 {3 j0 X3 I. b9 [. l0 D8 w# x
! h; x! T; @+ h% z0 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& O8 z& }* r i& K9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,3 ~' _- R' P- y& u" x' Q) j1 u
How you tried to set them free,
9 S; n5 l7 h6 c; mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. q1 {* \8 O' F. @" A* E, HPerhaps they never will. |
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