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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ u7 }* M8 i5 p$ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; H% [& _: P: ^# y3 V1 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 {4 H* x) O+ v5 J1 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 q& ]& H- C" @4 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 c0 m( q; N: A: M" p* p i
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 @4 y F1 B: |9 t
How you tried to set them free,
' ~1 \) R/ l4 t2 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 U; I( ]6 t, q1 e: t( f/ L! m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# }) P. ^+ @' S- {, {; wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
`9 z; R: B. F* Z; ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" M! I8 c/ [2 E2 }; iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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]6 y( F- T1 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. N( M* W- ]" F5 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; d8 f! ?' h7 P- ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. [) h; Z8 ]1 W' O1 _6 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, f" _8 S, A& a9 Z$ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' c2 A$ O$ |1 C. @# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: q" [2 ~1 s3 `: r8 l8 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : s' R2 `6 \$ X0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Z' g7 o1 K) p, S' @6 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ }) \* O& C3 [! c- S9 q- F/ I/ _& c# gHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 c& m4 U F/ e; h3 QHow you tried to set them free, 8 K' ?6 j) m: J# v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 B: P( w7 f* v+ h& RPerhaps they never will. |
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