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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' z9 u }! z- N5 N- `$ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 x: m6 t; P$ p1 Z3 h+ b" FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ X# Y. @9 i, O! i5 U, YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 y1 ?& _% S: g7 g, CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 N, f8 {) @: E9 Y% @How you suffered for you sanity,
+ M$ V% ?9 t4 Q5 P. W& `6 IHow you tried to set them free, ' ]- E% H; {' \! ?$ u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; z* }' [1 Z2 q0 j) e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! s( K/ H' g' \5 o# j# YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' s0 E0 ^2 @% w; s0 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & G; f* ]* q9 ~ k4 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: `/ n5 u1 u7 A1 |* pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * z) P& p+ n2 T/ G$ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # {1 Y* j: [/ S; `9 ?3 u7 j6 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % d0 l8 s# M7 |9 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( T' v% _# M9 L4 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : Y7 k7 S' e2 H, W4 w' n( Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* R6 @. ?- c+ k7 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ e# d, ^) P: ?4 {1 m$ d/ k9 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 M. G" B8 U& B- a- d7 L* N4 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' f6 R$ d- w2 p3 M7 |. E+ o* kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 F7 j3 c, u4 ]- h) I
How you suffered for you sanity,( y& u! O; z/ ~8 \+ |- N* {
How you tried to set them free,
, Q9 Q6 p4 s$ Z0 C; TThey would not listen they're not listening still, - Z$ ]2 s/ }! J9 [7 ^: ?! Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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