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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 h5 u# K# r4 y% H( l8 c# j; c- `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # S+ p9 v; y- g( n. r1 ^6 f9 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 h5 O4 P8 I+ [* X, c- w& L0 I0 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 T5 a/ m* I% V5 i. G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e/ J4 R" G* c* ?% m" ^
How you suffered for you sanity, # a: L1 W5 o: C4 D# l
How you tried to set them free, . k/ M; m" `) X6 a8 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 A* ^+ L* N! O! V. F1 I4 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( G4 q7 w0 i; F: t5 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , u$ ~! n4 v- a# }5 V- v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; z; a j% `2 ~+ b6 H, n7 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% a4 x1 W2 S! ]$ fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L4 ~/ R/ O" ?* P$ M0 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / J% z/ Y q: p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 a" ?: f9 O4 [) f. d5 G% qBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ R% N7 t$ Z3 Y8 h+ m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 N& W0 J6 w0 ~' S( YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, W4 S' T: k" QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ T! _# _" W( j. ]3 O5 J" ^; e( BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ n- }% A% `; @) L3 r( 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,
2 f5 c! r6 J, d* F. _How you suffered for you sanity,0 H: w3 F) B2 A5 x: v, G
How you tried to set them free,
- p4 h8 |/ U3 \6 R1 Z' l2 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, " u# D% N% s) @: U
Perhaps they never will. |
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