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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( \- E# e5 {5 p1 U: ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 Z$ j1 Z: w' E6 W) w6 h5 c2 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ u, v- Q ^5 R1 T2 i- R5 x9 y! X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% v: G( L C, q y- @1 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& v. o, s, h5 v p7 B. NHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 W& r; O" k2 R W3 ?' tHow you tried to set them free,
7 G2 i. j: Y; c5 o+ R5 E, m$ _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, u6 a' p* [2 l) @6 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) a- | ?& P) z" i* y* g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ?+ c+ q3 p, \! K' v. J7 U# m1 _) x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' [3 `5 j" H; t' ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , e$ \ G' O! t" ~7 k9 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 N) D: v; }. b" y; K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ~2 T$ Y7 t. F. q) @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. u8 V8 C" _" ]& x; CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( Z, f5 O# `/ s: ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 B) U3 h( b/ D4 \* o8 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 g7 I' ?& Z% a0 o( i' g2 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 j- h. D; u; { G/ Z9 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o( G5 ~) ]# t0 j9 w( m1 bThe 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, : }/ r/ d6 z* L, W
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 G% @5 z! n! x& l y% y7 |6 IHow you tried to set them free,
" B' U Q: s) ^, {9 y `& {They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ D3 y4 f. d* i) l3 }Perhaps they never will. |
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