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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% d2 A2 _9 z$ OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( @1 g& b" }, E3 i/ h4 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 y8 C: H; U0 w+ K* o$ f3 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 w8 X# {2 ~6 x9 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' V" m+ y' c3 E: ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 n$ L. T4 w! y4 l3 B; v9 \1 pHow you tried to set them free, + X; F+ w2 e2 u! V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, m9 m2 w5 [ [: r' M% I9 t( N4 o* gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - C# L+ o+ m P2 `# W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # S5 j- A" G- P4 [- @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& Y1 E! a% |$ d: jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# `' Y2 B; Q. ?: K* w& {* I; @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, n# C p0 U* o& V) A8 j; b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 {, C3 D4 X; X2 n s5 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# B4 y( {0 T' j3 `( y$ X. oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! I/ N1 {# q( N) P8 L3 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- l/ T* O7 |" OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 J2 w. f! I; C, x, T& eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 [. Z$ D$ ^; N, U5 ~& C) ^6 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # L# ]7 H4 T- \- J! q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I5 n8 U& q0 A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 w1 g" L* c, b6 c' f5 I% _
How you suffered for you sanity,' z- t3 G7 h! ?, K
How you tried to set them free, 1 ]+ k: i. ~$ Y; [/ h5 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, / [; B* l3 E; o/ f% R+ s
Perhaps they never will. |
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