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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 k$ l: j* p4 _7 c) hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" p) \8 g0 T; v8 u' S( o# gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) c; v* @% h. q Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) @8 k- |+ U- v. M, h, v4 o$ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. y, P% H: t6 T! g
How you suffered for you sanity, : u( f' c, a7 ?( w8 {8 @
How you tried to set them free, 9 E" F! r9 y. o+ ]# p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : E5 B3 w2 i* l% K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % Y3 q9 @5 ~" L# ?; V( k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & j$ K% c" w* U9 J- a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 n& @* ] s( E4 R0 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 W, B. m7 j0 t. V# f$ M) |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! k3 h% H- X, c, Z/ C* c. X3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' k. R2 y. Y4 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: F$ N, L" u( v5 b E$ r) v2 _But I could have told you, Vincent, : }! R4 l, ~: I% M- `) Y _: ` E6 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ?9 B% d0 j: q; t- U }; e# H5 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 c4 {$ m2 l2 e% b. U( G! dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ h% F! T% f5 g! }6 u, Y4 U6 z h( `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 t" _4 L- o' O4 D- rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ A6 X$ \% b& @How you suffered for you sanity,( n: D; g& |4 t0 a4 }4 a' [
How you tried to set them free,
" [) [8 S6 i, L# q# F1 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; u" D5 F. J+ t" b& `Perhaps they never will. |
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