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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 A Y8 s( |, f$ Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# P& r2 U, n Y4 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! T6 k) b" h2 u* T! v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ?' _, T# r) M A" o+ j" I1 D/ o# PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 w! h/ Y) p4 @+ C
How you suffered for you sanity,
% ^1 J; J* l$ c. ]- U# V! CHow you tried to set them free,
6 q. _( z5 M! T0 g8 S* nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 l! B- I' R( r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * J& j8 m5 X5 e: z% c' O9 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % x7 l3 y2 `2 z7 @; k8 p4 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; v. q: `0 F6 q& [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; C4 Q1 ^" y/ ^5 f5 X; oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! P, w5 u4 ~) y2 I5 z/ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* k) J4 i5 w; O4 w6 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; E7 O5 L0 @ O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( o3 d x0 ~* Z2 @. G9 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Y. o1 E/ L3 h0 m& q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! x% ~+ S( r2 l; J: s: x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * n! r4 {2 A4 b* `1 Y8 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : k2 [$ e" {8 s$ @8 |' b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 X/ D# Y' w0 z: j1 X- e* sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & y* k6 O9 V4 l, A' f" D" d
How you suffered for you sanity,4 S2 ^7 m, V3 Y+ _0 J7 q: z2 m
How you tried to set them free,
8 w" B% K. p5 i8 ^, y8 J$ X# |+ }They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ \7 t. U! Y" J% p# GPerhaps they never will. |
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