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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
O8 ]1 {3 O8 d" i& A, N1 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 g7 C$ b+ i0 N/ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ l7 w. V" H" Q, @) P5 A2 O6 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- D2 z" _/ x- O2 @6 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( A2 W( f2 @; F0 x* s/ e( J
How you suffered for you sanity, T' F( ~, ^7 g g; t( ^0 N( X
How you tried to set them free,
: b; d! f" f# _0 U* A1 \- CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! f) e) h4 M* Q1 b1 F ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 P' K. s/ @; R |+ G( j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 f: u5 M+ Z# Q! X9 D0 Z. P. T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " a% y: G/ g9 k5 l2 z# r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ @$ Y/ z. k, {; T: p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ J! X4 X) @7 I. b9 c Q# gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; G, Y/ M, h6 s* EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% d5 w% F2 K. Z9 C* U1 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) [& P/ s2 _( d4 c2 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ^. O6 c" A% W, Y X/ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 {+ G8 p& h: c3 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 @3 Z1 J z% LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 q9 S/ Z" W- a3 r. aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 F# W& o e1 P e4 v7 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" {& w1 c. G6 E- uHow you suffered for you sanity,# j* p3 E% y8 {/ a3 P- d7 t, w, A v
How you tried to set them free,
: e& K g9 `, M) Z6 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 g; ]- k& k6 \1 X5 U3 |' Y- h, XPerhaps they never will. |
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