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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 \! i) A. v8 P9 y FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) H0 l- t$ l' C* U, N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ]( S5 j8 u. |. r( sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( H; _" _4 Z+ D* U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ w8 K5 A) B% F s1 B4 j* }( H* T# WHow you suffered for you sanity,
! B1 @# N) ~( CHow you tried to set them free, + x4 s% N/ D4 a/ o% p2 T) u3 v, b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
@# H3 M% w; j- {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 m* h; w* C: ~1 S8 {. i. DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & W$ j4 m, e" k9 q) E7 N. `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 g, D/ e) N, K# T- p$ a% s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 p. l$ z6 E4 Q& J# z) X8 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( o) C) i% t" z: vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! }" Q M) w4 C% tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 k2 t% M( H# C6 w7 D9 E2 m" ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' @. {% h. `; C/ v' D3 A. fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( [5 M9 V h/ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # J6 Q+ y' f) X7 A( R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , [5 v+ F' [$ a+ K
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, * Y6 Q* U6 ?: m) M" G
How you suffered for you sanity,: j+ J/ O' r3 ]7 }' r9 d. I
How you tried to set them free, 5 I) A/ u( B$ H( ?% E" p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 s; u4 Q, ?% M) k/ t$ j- D1 g+ F7 X% Q: GPerhaps they never will. |
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