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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 j! @0 c' D2 w) Z0 l9 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( U2 ^) @3 ^# x9 G* U4 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ C% q' Z1 r; W+ d8 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ O t- f3 j! v$ Q* R+ G YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ _8 a$ @1 d9 H* t+ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 L/ z+ L/ e5 I. d2 n) _) FHow you tried to set them free,
5 k9 g8 A$ R1 d0 {7 N. Q# fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
D) y' { z y2 @! r H$ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) F- C8 y4 _$ D) k. n% rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / g$ x% j. p# B+ {# @1 K3 d* a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 N1 ^" L" y0 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. H; k" `" w0 y" K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) ~) U# @% _& V8 E4 D) k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: J; K3 N. R/ R% @2 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, % S$ F. `; c9 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! X- g3 R2 L l5 c3 q7 J q P0 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % } `- ^7 m6 m5 c- _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * z" D5 P6 x4 P! e5 e( I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- N9 E: H% z- C# L4 X$ a+ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ q* y6 A5 G5 s0 v6 v qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 ^1 Q) r/ D/ M- `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 [! F$ w& g' \; d4 \. r4 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 U6 a; W6 x7 y, dHow you tried to set them free, 2 l4 l' l: |6 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( C% `- O3 p4 q' @. c1 y- t8 [: tPerhaps they never will. |
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