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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - M" o+ e/ i) g( `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 c- I- C9 H( w& I) k" z8 N N JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# v9 _7 `! z7 t4 Y9 E7 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ P0 L8 t9 b0 S, mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# U0 j8 J0 g3 M: t% M9 h- Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
: n/ N+ ]( {0 b' V1 mHow you tried to set them free, / ^2 H* L7 s" C3 N. P$ B6 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 K; O. R) k: g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - f+ L8 X* @/ q5 M- Y4 m) l8 [3 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 |* _* O, F9 F! G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 O7 G+ V; ^) R: }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 U. z) u2 h; K$ V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* t7 D8 I# F. H. B0 I1 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 o [1 V! U; I# U3 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ]/ ?* r8 ^: DBut I could have told you, Vincent, , Y, d# Z* a) E( s; B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: f2 T; B% E; A3 @" p6 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' a( m3 d Q' v# _, G5 C; A$ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) G/ W" X/ e/ }- [5 W# PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ l+ U6 o# F9 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ b& N* V1 S7 ]4 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 X5 i5 m1 j2 _# d1 jHow you tried to set them free,
! ]* l8 ] |' ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 q) ^' X( f2 K' \Perhaps they never will. |
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