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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ e) N& v9 t# |' j8 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# S! I2 Y8 G+ {3 H) S4 p! H: y$ j1 B) `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 @4 f- t! `8 `% e* S: p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) L& U. `1 o& G; y. l5 b4 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ~3 W, m% u. B5 {% bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 s) r8 [. D ]" { a2 yHow you tried to set them free, 3 i6 ]! z" R& [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. `9 ~+ B3 C7 P9 k6 B. X# k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O& Q0 R; g) A' K0 F& \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 s) G* L- t6 o1 [/ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 S8 q9 J6 O+ r& W+ s* w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) I% g- s$ G1 F7 E! B
) O; E$ X" _6 C" L. N: h' UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " A4 A g' N: e5 c0 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ J+ V% x r/ l* S2 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - E/ o1 c1 X/ |: v: g% {" s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 B+ ~+ p! }3 |, N5 s0 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . H x- a' ?! x" C; K2 d7 @' ~# X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + P6 t/ M3 P5 ^! G4 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! z5 ~1 J8 q7 p, |7 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - x( o/ p2 W8 M- t* v2 ]3 K
The 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,
$ ?5 Y+ K+ _! U$ d2 `1 o: W( vHow you suffered for you sanity, E. g! ?! x6 o. C' c. F
How you tried to set them free, 5 ^& H% P. A: m1 z& |! A$ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, * t$ A( O( Y* N
Perhaps they never will. |
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