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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 z" b+ V$ F& {/ L$ ^% K! P- T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . k" G; ?1 G" \$ Q8 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# t/ q% N8 a& f# w$ h! RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: V3 w/ e t$ |6 {7 A# b# HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 d+ h; T" T9 ~+ L
How you suffered for you sanity, ) q+ m# G n8 n0 ` Q% `: }
How you tried to set them free,
1 S7 P- Z6 d3 ~2 W. Z5 G1 F% ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 o2 v! v' i, O' O% F$ u: yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ~8 v3 g9 N% r4 ]( RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ `3 s( g1 u7 l+ `( L" T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 \$ {( p# `6 t5 ^& H9 B1 ]9 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 o% Z1 N* c5 f# v% L" z: W& d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! x" F8 Q; D) h K: e- U m2 m5 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 a) a1 F; _7 W2 A9 u) K; lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ [; A! Q4 @) S: X% ?# b- }But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 `7 Z+ r1 a3 v$ sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! J4 s! j. \- M' O. _1 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! r+ {) Z' x# Z- T; r6 P- W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ c: G4 C7 O5 S. s& R$ f) B6 |' i" @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,
8 n( V4 S4 p5 l0 w G$ lHow you suffered for you sanity,$ z6 L( T8 F/ |! I
How you tried to set them free, ) U+ J; U1 \0 C' j( G" s7 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' D3 }9 Z. T |2 `4 W* V; Y$ X
Perhaps they never will. |
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