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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
H% b* I/ ~# m* BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ^5 ~( O5 x$ m+ e$ U: @! y! N$ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ?# p/ ?' s9 ]$ k/ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 _ z5 {0 O. QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, v8 ?5 D1 h' X' A; |3 i
How you suffered for you sanity, ' I1 T% h. w+ {/ c+ f$ r+ K5 W
How you tried to set them free, - I$ U A( b5 E; ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 Q6 B& `; I8 ~0 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 a" K w+ ^, X& X5 E3 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! I3 ]# B6 C6 P/ `+ d8 E. nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ]( m- g3 V1 e+ V# D o- t: |- h0 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' f- @( j* M. A+ K, @7 b7 ~- w0 y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, B' R: N" E6 P& r' Q1 Q8 [$ f' ~0 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' R) f* W- R1 {$ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 Y! }+ ?8 i$ E+ b& p% H
But I could have told you, Vincent, " t5 P) n7 W7 e) F& G9 Y7 o; O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 i1 p2 g( N5 D0 s# @4 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 m5 m; c" \3 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 P! O0 o/ Q( x, u7 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 q( {# M9 e2 d1 \ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( E5 ~( e7 `! j; K( [" `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 U {. ~# d& |& ~$ R0 u
How you suffered for you sanity,4 n8 ?! b5 z: P1 X( h& V
How you tried to set them free,
* V; b) P. e/ Y5 C! yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 m; `: H& {. O% ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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