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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 J, [$ F/ X- d, k' S4 d$ {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 A# O% `, i$ F4 \8 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ g) K6 Z0 }+ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& E& \! ] y n% D, e0 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ^7 C% G: { Z! T$ bHow you suffered for you sanity, ' R8 t4 c- h4 C1 S+ N* \
How you tried to set them free, 5 \4 z5 x+ J0 W" S6 J, ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 e% v* u( m5 x* I9 }+ P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 U; e( ?$ `' W4 d7 P2 f; q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " F7 W) F8 q5 p# {: d. m' T9 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % N7 ~; G- s" G' T. ?2 g. L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 M4 T! I% ?. A6 k# S, qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& m- I/ H; @, V9 w. Y1 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 P) ]: _0 ]0 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 g: s8 N X. z: l3 o8 J# Q, g8 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' @+ i1 n& L+ Y% H' pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; g8 O' T1 v) s* i6 e" B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' H* W; M6 E2 ?, `: TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 z9 @& O4 l- a
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,
- x( Q, M* e/ s. b* ~6 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
& q, {/ z2 {' z, s; RHow you tried to set them free,
6 C* q* s& i! i6 C- LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ?* \# B1 o3 V3 G4 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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