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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 [+ l/ X1 L- B% U* A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: z, b& r4 `7 U! j* rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," h9 x y7 l# p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 |0 X/ ?5 d5 `# Z9 m G- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% ?( R% }; y$ b# x+ a1 ~6 o, i
How you suffered for you sanity, # g9 P/ ~/ [6 F. g1 l& K( o+ Z
How you tried to set them free,
. h! \0 R$ f+ \6 |/ R* |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& }4 k) J* Q, _" w: g# bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + v% V0 Q7 D9 q. ], M0 d2 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 F! @% E+ j; A2 b( _/ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Y( D: T5 A8 J2 w8 A# W: w
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,
% m, \8 _% A" P! sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) T/ D+ i$ B6 I9 {# M4 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; h, k& \- a4 P9 d/ \ D+ DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 K# z8 p; R. H7 j' xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 g5 Y: c+ a# D4 ~5 }' S' g
, z X% v4 u7 [2 ^ j. sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 K; M' u! e5 x. j! Q# Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 H" h0 n8 Z% P$ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ~9 K( L* F' N% {) mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& z4 F' ?3 Y2 D! z, XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 r5 j* T+ J. |1 r) J9 r0 ^: [/ yHow you suffered for you sanity, H# R2 i( e7 w Y) m
How you tried to set them free,
7 d1 { D5 `4 o) O% A; }They would not listen they're not listening still,
; F5 @2 E: v0 V! BPerhaps they never will. |
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