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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 I! F* w' b# a) P8 o& V# M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( a5 z7 S8 ?' a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 F1 p" H/ _5 `0 H: M$ L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 N' B9 @" P4 W1 E; T: C+ n5 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; n) k) |' x* j. v0 t; `
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 ^1 c& A/ o/ y8 H1 dHow you tried to set them free,
( o8 `4 l c% B' l: XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 ]" a" _$ p2 U1 O: AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 _9 |0 }) f# ^5 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 |' _5 E! E5 v2 K' k, i' ^' R7 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 h* {' o5 l. d! N0 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! |, B9 I& Q4 [, dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ o) |* a8 T% d; O. W. Q0 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / }1 D. ?0 _; ]% C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * j$ S# l- x. @* H8 h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ i$ s% \( W. U6 C' eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 e3 t# l6 x0 O# P; Q) X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * K) Q2 l& G! q! e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 V: W' c0 J# I" ~. p! |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H' g: l+ B$ J- q# tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 [3 V- ~( k. i# c& B
$ u- n, u; O& f9 l Z( i" O6 d7 I. A/ qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; J3 I1 q( l5 SHow you suffered for you sanity,/ L' {; L. N2 C4 T# D' p
How you tried to set them free, : u$ m& `, B/ Y" F- u) s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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