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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% g$ ^8 d7 F, u( U9 P: uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ F$ L1 ? H$ p+ y/ g- U9 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% K6 r& ^& b3 s/ I @! o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) L# w& g2 }" |, tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* b" [# U8 @* a0 Q" N4 B( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 B5 A; \ F, d: Q( jHow you tried to set them free,
1 z+ h5 k3 i A' S) w4 Z* AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * ~: n' z) ^' |$ [0 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Y6 l8 r c1 _: c0 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % L, S) A# h9 _- ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " Q o+ _+ T4 t1 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 Q. ~! y6 ^* v
+ G3 S: y* c4 W- h( ?9 q' xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
a& `/ Y& C/ h, OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 {$ x) ~: E2 ?" `! q+ O& ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, @! _' C/ d7 j4 ]: E; u1 e$ S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' R1 K# N6 Y" Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
z4 d9 p0 V# H$ v! ^! u4 T2 e lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ?) D: P9 _ b( m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , k y0 k" p' U8 K! C. H
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,
; A; }7 @2 t3 _& x( U8 M4 sHow you suffered for you sanity,; e) X) U9 w( l. Q: v9 e4 s
How you tried to set them free,
3 g! {2 l1 G9 [4 @% MThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ q% S9 a# S0 Q8 `$ |. U: k
Perhaps they never will. |
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