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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; U% @/ q0 f8 ~3 c, G; l# YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 D3 i @$ F8 {' U0 q& f3 ?% @ LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 a, }! l; c7 x/ m1 U& Y' a8 D, LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , q4 m: I3 x3 o/ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 N1 w$ ?$ b% q( n4 M" z2 L& xHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ S' p+ {% C* B5 NHow you tried to set them free, 3 R6 U& p' `2 q: X- s0 ~# x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 N: N% b5 V6 H3 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- A. j, E3 d5 E7 }8 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . t6 G" j u% e: h8 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 Z' {( w9 k# G& u9 f. B. g
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,
/ N, \$ x" P9 h% eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ^+ _, t: z; U& B) O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, B) o3 C3 L" w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; B& i& c+ u# k& i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 c: `4 t+ Q v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( h5 u6 _, J, e" o* Y4 f4 f3 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( C. C' M J5 l0 w1 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& p$ o' `8 C! U6 `2 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 i- }( q* Q' N; J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ \) e# Q8 b, B8 t# jHow you suffered for you sanity,
# x- _: {( A# z) M( G8 W& x1 YHow you tried to set them free,
8 }. C' l& b% j% ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 S5 b# \5 [, w6 P) h2 c! OPerhaps they never will. |
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