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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 s9 k. I9 O$ I: d+ e, f3 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
C: V, s3 {' n0 B# `! F# `. EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 m! Z& D8 }7 l$ ~6 Z( b! z: ^& K0 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 @, [' o r6 r/ i$ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 o9 V X( Q1 M2 `, w4 Y5 d2 _How you suffered for you sanity,
+ k; V2 e) l- h0 C* a1 T6 X3 Y) s; ]How you tried to set them free,
9 x) M, a# m8 Q! M5 B, \0 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & Y2 F5 w8 \; v2 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - r. l9 y# ?# V' R; o! O- V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 _6 `: r# k7 A7 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ^8 l# d/ [2 `' l1 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 K: `# p; I5 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) [) l- f" Q7 z* M( x9 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 N% F' p* x4 L% U3 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# `* x7 T, _* z2 h) @ FBut I could have told you, Vincent, X- C) [8 K/ d0 G3 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( y/ y" c- w: D8 H+ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & J9 n# v8 F4 c, `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 P$ N$ M v; Z. D- L$ a6 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ~" b5 J+ c4 V+ w7 v4 u, }: A( g" aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) s% L- u- ]! Q9 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * {# ^3 _: }/ U+ {
How you suffered for you sanity,% ^( v1 h; J5 `* P
How you tried to set them free,
& M# w, W, R% ?8 r) v! o5 H' XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) h! g. J' X8 w9 NPerhaps they never will. |
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