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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 H/ P* z- y7 ^; W, `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ^0 Q' | Z% N X6 i4 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ]( O) G0 q3 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 [7 F* l u9 s- f( H; M4 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ J, `* n6 [/ k' d9 S) P( [How you suffered for you sanity,
3 v% O2 U# ?( m) N) |( w; f, Q/ [How you tried to set them free, 0 @ l! t- z$ y& r' u9 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# t# Y3 C) f/ u0 S) LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' o3 z$ E2 J! v5 e! Z! C$ y1 x+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ~- \7 X! P( Z0 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 W# f8 [3 T7 r/ B2 W8 e3 c) I# IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , D2 n- y* w! G$ u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- M1 N% Y! }' X4 D; G; F% s# Y6 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' z) R$ V4 m' qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Y8 |, R+ h" {, d( W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* {6 G7 Y7 O7 l% v$ yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + r) u. t+ P1 c' Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ]$ E, k0 x- i8 k, lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& h# r6 y$ h5 }- h rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 J% n+ Q' n8 D( x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 d1 b+ V1 n& @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 [0 K* ~& B1 b4 ~+ p
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 _" K3 @) C( `0 E |) g( kHow you tried to set them free,
! }- c; m! L# g; b; N! zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: W% B% m% d' jPerhaps they never will. |
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