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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. v4 v- ~1 r# [- ~" K( [( f4 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % z Y- K9 ^# q# Z% g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 y( O. W k- ~7 b" e" X9 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " L5 e0 w8 Y( U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. f& F3 { P9 N' H: m' ]2 UHow you suffered for you sanity, ( f! k- x L& k
How you tried to set them free, * v% d2 M8 c' I% a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ?- x: ^, J. d- f0 e' PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 z+ x$ s7 S) r' V1 R' R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 Z& V- g' i7 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! c( O' I1 T, P) d2 w/ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " W2 K( Q ]. I R/ N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 H2 p. x( w, f2 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 v$ k' p+ C; }7 R2 a9 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 q2 X$ _. q" [* r% U; h7 R1 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 u) w/ y6 j* N6 G! q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ a5 }9 T8 r- i1 Q% O& u7 [; W' i. b2 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! n' B9 G. _1 Q* A! _5 `2 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* Q0 b, e$ C hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ K$ }' ~7 {& H6 V$ _ t' n6 k9 n; U; yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 t$ ~6 b4 x0 h. ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# P" K$ |. z* g O7 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
: p6 ~8 w( g$ }. @How you tried to set them free,
. d; j( Q: D. q0 S! Y" J' WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. X, q6 L& p1 C/ h0 m( o& vPerhaps they never will. |
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