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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 w, @; K, I6 U4 W1 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 F& c- L3 G7 ~( S" ]+ E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 |, x" Y$ b& {4 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 F& S i/ H% |3 P! j- \6 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. X. n S. m6 X) N' q% _8 _2 b+ e( f( q
How you suffered for you sanity, , L: s) U- A1 }8 E
How you tried to set them free, # H" ^- j$ a* @$ R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " I+ N& N; @: Y% \/ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 s% M, @4 S( U# x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% u2 O. t, x( I s }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 |# M* Q% ^) v* ^( `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& Z) f( {2 E' R d* M* y7 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; F- l' g* @4 H. q0 `6 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, N; |1 W/ o8 k8 @' E* {) U7 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* h( I' C6 x8 O8 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ p/ r6 I1 A7 m) j- q8 b3 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! }3 V, A( d% j- Z" R, @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 R5 ^2 u1 t4 C- C$ pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* a+ t2 P" l7 m0 j9 D3 D: QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . U! \! A4 s: T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' P$ P- |) M+ A' _: f7 f; w1 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 I' ^ h" c" B. }: b7 M6 D2 O6 T
How you suffered for you sanity,( e3 i* A9 |* m7 k6 T! ]4 g6 N; O
How you tried to set them free, $ y7 c, G- u0 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; _8 ]: C5 b7 M! I _Perhaps they never will. |
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