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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: a h" x3 O- e$ _3 g9 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 y) O0 _' P* h) Q6 ~; ^1 O, aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) s6 |* P4 v( v1 D' r/ r8 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 T& S( R* |, Q0 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* C1 z7 I. ~& b& ], oHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 k: h' b# d* \ h$ e2 X7 \
How you tried to set them free,
0 t# i3 M6 b) K) V' {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 r' c& k0 ^5 `# w4 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; f6 }/ s8 C" x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' R4 I+ ^, F3 H0 S/ S8 W! ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # K5 L m3 Q# U2 S/ C
Weathered 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,
) Q; `2 i( k# t! l/ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , U0 b' t; b1 K8 ^2 n- V4 A$ ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ~8 k8 m# z/ ~0 a& [+ w1 {But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 P( s7 p3 K1 y: P0 v! a0 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # H7 \1 I3 m5 X$ G0 x, N
! e& [7 X3 }- @& L. H; ^( vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 [) X/ c& ?$ F1 P2 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 g: a2 o& G" M: W" b6 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; s# o) h6 P' {8 r! Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! }+ f! Y8 V, _8 D3 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / W0 E Z0 w9 n/ t2 U* Y1 N
How you suffered for you sanity,7 y/ Q" _& h! o' l& l1 p
How you tried to set them free, ; x( K: E2 K) v, @; ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 ?% E9 @2 T- x- {& j Z# L
Perhaps they never will. |
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