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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : ^8 U) t) }0 G- @! {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 p5 |. U7 ^' q. `1 u: {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( h+ i9 y1 C- `* d9 q; \6 i0 Q: _$ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & L9 i; ^( |% t, `+ S, C; U5 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 j% i2 ^9 V' R& g$ A: K1 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
^4 C3 X, W: mHow you tried to set them free, 1 t- r- e; Z3 T8 H. u9 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! l7 N t! y* p `( _) {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / E2 n Q2 c8 k0 {( |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; s- `2 @ \' G6 j1 C9 r+ ~; eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) V$ a( _! w: F5 A& W$ Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( E- S/ u, {) ?) x' I. HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * V% A0 N* h% K! I$ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 }+ r% k5 O0 R( sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 E0 W. N; ]- K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 x- y9 A! ^* u% G8 Z) V$ O. jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 C9 H1 Y- |4 E G2 B! t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ V/ v" t) K2 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 f7 N2 H i5 Q1 B$ SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
d5 u: a- N4 S4 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ D+ z* G! p, oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; O- A. T e* O) U$ Q/ X5 }How you suffered for you sanity,
) I/ z7 h2 \3 W; }How you tried to set them free, . O' j {9 k& Y2 i) I; a
They would not listen they're not listening still, / e' m; |/ b) q! E( o. u7 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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