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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ] i' F9 _' b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 V! v J8 Q) c2 i) d9 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
e3 p3 |8 b M: Y3 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ` h' P; F/ D9 Y% kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& f9 ?' g, y# g1 h" i, _6 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ]( V. t- h) H* `) \# R3 rHow you tried to set them free, $ V) @8 s" |* [5 q3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # R* S0 _5 U. U* _/ K! Q7 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ~( a' }% y7 v2 n, U4 \( j" T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 N+ M4 r: \( A% R3 U \3 u( fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 `/ W. ^5 S3 I2 m' `, V& O% M- c4 F6 q) zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & H# v7 n: S- D% p4 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' U: S+ l# X- V8 D @) D8 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ S6 `( O/ ]$ X* m3 }/ cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 N5 { s2 l- W9 o! zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- j7 O. j* O4 p( ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 m3 j/ m% o7 W6 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - x' C( m, ?6 j: G, P i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( k/ ?7 U' l7 Q" WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 Z) u( a+ y. M/ U" A4 o- v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 H# f* k+ o+ i' K1 J0 X# y6 Q) G8 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
% \7 b8 V7 y2 Y. {8 bHow you tried to set them free,
+ T. I& h# w$ N5 ^* f# G' T. FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 B8 @" S- F+ K0 C2 F6 u* QPerhaps they never will. |
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