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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. D! R3 l; [% E# t& I7 Z' o; eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # T( b: A0 |. |7 M; I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 k" A' `2 w) ?' A' f6 K) g( C' {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! m- r8 G# c2 z7 ]9 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
W6 M. r3 G" J3 [. X. O$ t/ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 ?, t( p4 {) fHow you tried to set them free, ) e& A+ P% B5 P# }- `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ |+ J6 V- J* r1 q% |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % u% k* L2 q4 f5 x2 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 S1 s0 j8 p- `; W- oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# k' m* p. q5 D% WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, o0 {2 ] b6 X: r' ?" O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! o# A/ p0 t2 D/ L/ v; VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" c# f# D$ @3 f" A/ qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" x# Y K, v X+ [1 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 O e, O# ^. wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
B! L) Q2 d% G1 ] o! KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - y/ I1 f! @( O# Z% e8 U0 ~" [$ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 t$ [; P8 x4 P4 ~# D2 t5 `0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / | d- ]# V \; Z" \, e3 j1 B' t
- \( D6 X; R( y) d& ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' Q' Z& D# a" R- l% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ R: f4 n" g% M+ DHow you tried to set them free,
1 o; V. J( o/ ?* Z2 B( b( jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 Q& \7 X* H. [! z3 BPerhaps they never will. |
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