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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Y9 Q# A* l" I( l7 U; c3 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; v1 Z8 P8 |( f- Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ^ m+ ?7 V5 ]3 }* \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( d7 r, ?4 R. y' LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* ?9 }" L% x9 S; C3 ~2 S1 a) i
How you suffered for you sanity, # T( L7 N! R& |7 p
How you tried to set them free,
6 l; m: B# N& r% RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * |( C# }+ [8 a& e% a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ?$ d+ [! R. h% L' ~% {: \2 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 V& U; ?: H6 _9 R: V4 l& g& q3 D5 v0 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / ^1 x9 E8 d7 g! J1 l* m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ W( [6 ]) \- u; VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; p+ n8 h. R; E, rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 i2 i' [& H% _0 o! r1 \: UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " N# }% A- d2 @, r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 _4 h! t5 R/ X& \8 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ]: n0 ?4 R, f! _
0 l% q& ?* n7 b2 V i. r) dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
z& ~* w& r/ D" ?3 |; ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# o9 z- t0 _0 }, X- X2 I3 |7 o9 r4 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 r; [5 S6 f% \( t4 o- W' a* q1 w( VThe 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,
5 D/ P: L. F) |! _. gHow you suffered for you sanity,8 ^- ?& R) @' `* f
How you tried to set them free,
9 d& N/ {2 l G7 \( o+ ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M. o$ n. f6 T( cPerhaps they never will. |
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