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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ q! V i4 b& h; @+ B/ f8 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; ^+ X3 i1 K# F& ]: m, `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Q' d& l4 G k7 H- c( K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , w. m6 a8 @* ^4 N7 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 u! c" p% H# U4 v) W% ~6 VHow you suffered for you sanity, - q% Q3 u W% {% C5 m1 {
How you tried to set them free,
) ^+ ^8 L9 T% i2 J) k; uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! h9 M! o. E8 v4 D- J" B- N6 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 {8 D. b8 n( }( ^1 L3 a( n7 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' T+ P; s0 Z( a) i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; p( q7 U5 P( D1 ]3 ]1 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 t7 L% `/ K% p) t% i. [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" V$ B; w$ l/ |! Z# b% @* v/ B: mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 p: h$ F/ L8 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& F: j- X& e* O/ x7 \3 P% W. QBut I could have told you, Vincent, , [0 D4 R# Q/ v2 _# }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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j' ~% P2 o" e6 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; y7 W, S% G2 ?) F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; B$ K" K3 n. c" A: ?6 @! xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 Y' J% A; ^/ C) b( N* h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ q9 ^3 |$ _# |' r5 N* v' I% LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& Y* }7 o; H- h& ~- }4 m4 v: EHow you suffered for you sanity,6 _9 K! i4 n/ Q6 ?
How you tried to set them free, 9 ~& N5 z) f- u' d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 o% ~, ?1 L* A' Y. r {! QPerhaps they never will. |
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