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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # j+ s4 H- h. r# H7 c* }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, A3 r7 H7 `! ?; i3 g2 g I( F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% U( [6 K9 {6 G! _* D, [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , o1 ^) a$ ~$ s o9 a" i+ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 d0 [3 S) M; M: q4 R" ^0 M
How you suffered for you sanity, ) \% V) X7 |6 ~- L4 C
How you tried to set them free, 6 j* b' a R( X: q [0 E' V- ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 s( j4 e l t& f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # z' }: c* U5 \6 Z/ P' ?7 w; Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Q B, n7 b0 I7 z- }6 ]* Y* l* C% @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' K7 r3 \7 _/ ]$ i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : _4 L* T" U! v% ~$ _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) P7 `" Z* `" \- lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: g% K* E* d5 \! VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 y' \3 u6 _; H5 C; K, e2 T1 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, * w* L' \+ A$ m) c2 v7 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' L/ X% f3 j% JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. F2 h- T' u6 y- a: l5 Y' ^3 o1 v) oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, |6 B. Z! i- w* M) s4 E3 y$ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! T4 T! X5 t2 G! H, E; [& PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / M5 X$ [" @* d, g* \) ?: _
' J3 L8 y# B8 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ s) n/ g' Z. s, f1 t& uHow you suffered for you sanity,7 b! A0 Q% K. W9 z7 |, M3 X0 e
How you tried to set them free, 7 h3 L% K o7 E1 o! n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) c) @4 D- T6 ~; E( }Perhaps they never will. |
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