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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 T7 N" s+ a$ d2 S: T3 N! Z# K- F4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % c) `, h) T# L( ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( r( r" S: o; \" |6 y) i5 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 k3 i# {% E3 W& C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" `! d: J+ T7 k0 w5 f' UHow you suffered for you sanity, $ b6 B- p9 E4 k9 L0 a
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q$ t/ n# j% S- ]+ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , o7 f) ? ?( w0 S0 g- z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) e% M9 ~ N2 U- n+ d+ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ?! S% @) Y" e% C2 V' z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! x8 y' H/ N S3 ?7 p' GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 M {: E3 ], f2 T: P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 G6 ?6 x2 Q; E* |2 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 N1 F h( `' d ^- d! {& e. L YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- T/ U5 c4 g" u" i7 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ k) m# t, `6 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 v0 N. |& @7 V% H: E. l0 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . O4 l# y+ F; Z% h5 u; h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' m% u, {" M( m! ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 U+ W" L, a9 e8 t+ ^/ J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, A7 O4 l9 a8 ~' J- \9 W& ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ?" R2 ]" D N' I( b1 L8 Y) ?+ yHow you suffered for you sanity,, N' _% V9 A" ^+ r
How you tried to set them free,
" B, j7 N8 R1 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, # G+ j8 V, y* \$ H7 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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