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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) q! h6 o" q1 C; t, Z: T- V! ]6 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " m$ B! O4 W0 z) L- C; E: h: Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 f2 }0 N, y) W' KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 W5 Q& B) f; z3 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- [- X* @- [" I1 U7 q; h0 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 O o. R! u% c v% o, \7 GHow you tried to set them free,
/ }- P& f2 |7 t% ]( R% {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& m0 d8 ^& x- Y/ t0 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 s9 J& b! c* v CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% S/ [: H; O. I. X/ G6 E0 v3 V1 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 S6 L. z- h1 X, ]$ m, Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {5 d# C( t4 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . w S( V1 C$ E$ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Z' n, i9 q- K' K$ L yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ T( t Q) t+ d
But I could have told you, Vincent, : S' B+ h9 g' W' W) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 y j! S) X" _& j3 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 \& [0 v/ M/ D6 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & g! C( d0 B6 D1 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ h1 [! F- j" W& k" p4 w0 P
: k8 [; g8 c& j( s0 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# M8 s4 I& u' J( _6 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
: W# [ _! S% e9 }+ { K7 E. sHow you tried to set them free, 4 |! [; H! l- w" e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 H0 ]1 u8 f3 f3 ]' B7 tPerhaps they never will. |
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