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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 C. U: r/ a! P" \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - g" Q( K, y- q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# J* P% ]/ O) M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; v0 Y# `' X9 i+ T# Y5 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ {, j4 _% ^+ T9 [% d; d4 j3 I* s
How you suffered for you sanity, # ^7 n6 I4 X0 T8 n* `' }0 n
How you tried to set them free,
`3 _9 R2 \4 j5 n+ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ |( K- L( ?. A) y+ l5 }% `& AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ^7 A, b+ L$ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 @! v/ B( X4 J; H3 E7 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 h( O/ Y* V- ~/ n+ U6 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, T# o2 I/ m* T$ d+ B( OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 U( E7 `4 g' H z+ d0 P! M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, U: {7 y* }! Y2 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' H* f- E6 c" n4 n v/ ^6 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 |1 }$ y& ?% v/ I- I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 \2 `+ R3 N- g* Q- D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: M. a# a( g' v7 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' f6 X7 F( S U6 h( J6 b+ C/ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( O* Y$ Q5 w% E4 _) HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. z; v/ J2 ~% m0 q) i: BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 b1 X+ Z7 e/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,' o4 k V, \6 P% w+ {
How you tried to set them free,
4 @& u" J# w+ G5 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 j) P; n; n* i" K$ YPerhaps they never will. |
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