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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F% e; J' p% JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 Q% z% Q- q. `4 t. J# g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 T1 [% `' h( j( n5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 B' I H$ k H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 R, N8 ?2 o7 k8 n! D' {" K6 z
How you suffered for you sanity, ! [6 j; f% @) |- ]3 j) k( o# f
How you tried to set them free,
# @- P8 r: c! U3 \: cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ], \& G6 l3 S k! aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ^8 X2 j" m* ^' S/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 {& |0 i/ }, jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 S1 v# n: s/ O. V7 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 Y* v. P6 ]$ [2 ?7 r! H, [: g+ Y
: [ s$ d# H' B( G4 O! Z! q0 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* L5 c) P/ B" `: B+ OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) K2 y" u% x3 R# G/ x1 V9 _' _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ~: t) F8 z# D, k! }, X$ N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: }# z0 z, d/ OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ n' |. h( L" N3 Z& K9 z7 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Y& y4 I5 S+ e$ _; L- R$ b: WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' M! F& z5 `* p4 G& u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! `3 V' g# ^/ c0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% |. R8 p9 v4 J* H' W' D% W# pHow you suffered for you sanity,7 C) b+ E, g( T& N: E- ^( |- x
How you tried to set them free, # v6 N# J$ T8 S t7 B9 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, + E. q2 b( ?0 R2 i( Q& y0 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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