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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 w8 F; x! L, x9 Q6 }# YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ P/ M- W$ u8 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ]9 O2 z/ E' e2 e. E& eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 K; z( u7 k* F2 w8 F# xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 G9 ]8 S- C# L' R2 b+ \3 B0 w& GHow you suffered for you sanity, / U: e, Y# m) N j) j* b
How you tried to set them free,
6 c. n' c7 F$ WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 [6 @, f3 o5 s1 r9 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , W6 u; h2 |3 k! a; N; K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
`$ M* T& ]3 W& s6 {7 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" e. v3 D: b: B1 N, ^ TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' H1 A$ C. Z7 J9 H; L6 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 q, ?3 t& |; H3 ~9 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 [8 B- Z, ~: g, P% R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 n- m" }9 J9 U0 f! N" N, w( f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 u* `* g( J5 G2 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, H$ l2 ^9 A+ L" ]2 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. R, A! C: L! [7 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 H2 D4 |5 g/ Z1 d* E s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 C/ k% j) E, m. R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Y& Z. _: ?6 \How you suffered for you sanity,3 |5 ^) j; a4 I- P# n+ `8 D( a
How you tried to set them free,
6 X8 y6 S; v7 l0 ~1 {6 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) w$ r2 u+ x3 t2 w. P$ k& HPerhaps they never will. |
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