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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~9 N$ a6 p6 i6 @7 u3 s' c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Y( @* [& c4 H n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 x3 |+ z, l9 J$ w9 X6 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% L. _( A3 [- [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 [" s$ g% s) |2 U3 _ E0 V1 a* x- W6 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
% }$ p8 n& G8 k3 @' {1 JHow you tried to set them free,
* \7 j& y* e+ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Y+ m! Y" V$ D9 Z1 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 `: G S4 `& W, wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 t3 [. ^+ G0 X, c3 Q! L* UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , R9 b ^# f3 E% k3 D& m* m4 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ \0 d- h9 Q1 t# N' |) Y0 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 {% w% b# o4 ^* U6 w, B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 J$ w7 K4 G9 t# C0 z& t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! U( B( I5 P6 H- l3 T8 z" m- s' u; @
But I could have told you, Vincent, * ]8 y2 J1 n# E! A, I" U, N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 q! I% G$ r4 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! t3 K0 I' ^9 ]7 o$ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# o' U6 e' g5 K. n" b/ r0 A! TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' x8 C4 P* W( z5 R4 u
The 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, 2 \* a3 N- y" U
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Z. g# V9 s0 V' ^How you tried to set them free, ) G. Y1 p0 d, p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Z6 U/ ^7 o# K3 kPerhaps they never will. |
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