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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* H) P8 b5 l3 Z" F: iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! B1 h0 P' W; W1 D% \/ K8 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 x% g0 A* e9 A' p% q3 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 T* B& |* M1 A" ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 O, m% M( b* n: Y- P/ ?% f
How you suffered for you sanity, % C5 }7 Z$ Y* w1 Y
How you tried to set them free,
/ s0 g* _5 U/ c# G$ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' o9 `( X( @' U' V1 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 G6 c0 r/ t' t$ M) n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Y' U" f+ ^0 I+ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 k# b! \) m5 z5 X7 c( Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - h" n" \* R! S; S5 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; }$ e- k$ X1 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - T P# Z6 \$ m1 O1 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, v1 c% b6 Y* _3 W! w+ }7 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! v! }/ r2 o* i4 c( C% XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * N& e! e$ b3 t) B+ u) X
# r7 R% b; c- v; h xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! |/ y$ }4 W- G. A$ F7 U( jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 n! G" x, S* O; Y1 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 C! R7 x0 R( m& FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 q$ u8 X4 `% v* q4 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, V, z/ T0 x( Y) j2 I( k" V
How you suffered for you sanity,
& j& h* w% \& L1 E: k2 W: aHow you tried to set them free,
& t! U& X/ P9 W* S: y% G% |9 l8 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, / [6 t! v/ b% Q" B7 U5 d- l
Perhaps they never will. |
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