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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 L0 u+ y( R# `- a2 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, W8 d- Y- h/ G, m0 X1 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 w/ p1 A( W$ c1 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 A8 [* S1 Q4 p1 ?; N0 D1 C5 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 U$ B- |' r& X6 w- q5 X" [: r. f$ ?How you suffered for you sanity, ?! ~: x, [ ?
How you tried to set them free, + M' U. N* q! r4 C. e9 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % r+ S* g* _! [: |9 G, ^/ }. L* E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ?+ U( ^* M- F! S& i) k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 z9 [ A7 X- f5 a* I3 ~+ N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 C6 O9 k6 b4 ?# i4 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ~+ S0 ]9 j1 D' D* `7 u' G0 M1 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! W1 ^, T+ ~8 `8 \, UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" `7 u; C, [+ c z& R2 }4 v( rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , A) e! F' R) i, N& O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ^! N6 b$ C2 R4 A% [* ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( e- o% ^. I8 b/ o0 T0 M
: C- T; i) S9 d6 J& v, kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 j5 S: M6 \; P& b; ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 a7 E' N* y* r$ }/ {" qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # F: a7 V' a; R, ?: S0 _1 e: U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 k ~3 V% L+ f- [% g6 B% | gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ]0 w: X, e: G: wHow you suffered for you sanity,, ]7 F$ x, R/ {' J2 n# u
How you tried to set them free,
) | T. Z* [! }2 Z4 x+ _: DThey would not listen they're not listening still, : `! |, c0 L# f9 ?( U. l$ J- v
Perhaps they never will. |
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