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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# `4 [1 @% w* q" gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
T0 j5 _ B& q1 N$ w1 S& K% }4 H+ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' d5 n/ N7 q) _* t% ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 h6 F4 B2 p4 x s0 K6 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! G. N9 K. X. H, AHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 F5 o2 d4 j+ d5 I I- d' T% E
How you tried to set them free,
5 \: c/ X' l# x) x0 V( N; sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. X. g0 |! p5 d% L7 t# w7 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 x+ k& p0 F* R+ U* v0 o0 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. M9 N7 v4 d# W5 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / X6 Z1 A" w$ a2 Q" E/ }8 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 x3 d' z5 V6 J2 P8 k" [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 D' o& l0 s) |8 I `/ ?6 ^: B- t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 x8 F' ~5 Y, i+ n- Z& N4 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 ?1 E; q0 S! j! `, \0 wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 S/ V+ e8 U6 r, d1 F- Y. F( jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 n1 Z G& v% K. O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " H: T* \/ W: b- M0 h2 ] b+ S4 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 I; \" w8 {; r: L! B" l9 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. P' ?3 u( q6 U0 G }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 j. l6 ?0 P) w# \0 rHow you suffered for you sanity,0 h# w' y1 T+ O$ m0 ~
How you tried to set them free, 9 f- \) J" n& }! k' R8 g- O- p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! M1 k' e+ q0 }* b# ]8 _& [. q3 O) O
Perhaps they never will. |
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