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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / i+ m: n7 n! f2 c: k. I1 O3 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# y/ Q6 \% ~2 S; U' o! RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 {. |! D- c8 p9 {/ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * R0 |, @# t# U9 n# r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ], l r! l1 m5 FHow you suffered for you sanity, + [: g4 U: u) o- g6 D; E
How you tried to set them free,
1 v$ x2 A6 S7 K+ A% `* X1 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % @3 S( a: L: {$ j J6 e, Y, N Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* {/ |* V, q! [# K3 q; ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 W* h4 y. s4 s: c$ b0 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Z; l3 c' H7 _9 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% u3 B! L( ~" w2 J2 e2 y W* kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) H- h" Z" c4 g* c/ ?1 s) g8 W! v2 ^- K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, O0 f9 m. r( K. t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ O; R4 F% {$ s) a4 r7 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" P! x' B* o4 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 K6 W6 [/ |* n. c7 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & V# q% j1 F5 U, Q! B5 d- H6 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
a/ @. ^. t) w( V3 j, [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ b4 E: b6 Q& UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. J( ?: U. w2 \0 l L* KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ~/ E, q1 A8 J$ b8 T8 _How you suffered for you sanity,6 ?' r. o$ p) t2 |: B; g' a) u
How you tried to set them free,
) g) m! k" ^2 `$ r! p3 n. |/ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; {9 B" |' u: r' @ I! ]8 DPerhaps they never will. |
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