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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# \) j, z3 u* O5 W( K; @* j, vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' n2 Y$ b4 @3 e4 }- YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ T& f$ t" }7 @) `: D; P+ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ g% k$ a: U: _% O9 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ?$ G N" ~+ f: PHow you suffered for you sanity, , o' [" u0 E. R. o- m8 d/ p0 b
How you tried to set them free, / o. R6 |" M+ t" `0 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 b4 { t0 K2 p" ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 E2 H) H, w8 d& k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ A; L7 G' l/ t; j: K' ?" P0 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 m5 c; l8 n% ~& P% [7 B. c
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, 9 \- a, s* M1 d2 \/ B s {( |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D$ z- h, W: ?9 g* B4 Z" r/ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 y% g6 \3 U9 f# g) C/ Y! w/ u0 e/ O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 W& p7 \& d6 h$ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; Q2 M& h9 U2 W/ _) V4 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 J5 W$ \ T) ~$ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 I4 R/ y4 D, j3 T* q/ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: k% B( ^) |2 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% v0 C4 H% Z: x9 s0 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Z S& Z2 l) {* n6 l+ V4 HHow you tried to set them free,
: [. L0 s$ m: c3 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" u9 @# c$ q* \" @; w UPerhaps they never will. |
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