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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / y! a& ?2 x+ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : R+ S* z8 O( M* R9 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# o6 n% E( v+ [! h- `1 u! MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / z" S( j: Q; W* b) k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( [# W5 J$ i! g" ]& w# B' ?" T9 a: [How you suffered for you sanity,
|" c" I+ `# d( S8 W6 THow you tried to set them free, 7 l+ a2 D: [1 r: N" S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 e: E/ j2 k+ S1 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( y D& J: B. D4 U8 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 V) B% D/ i& U' _ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% P( i" p: |% N) G2 h8 W4 Z7 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- n! i1 q" j' E' WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 L" |# z/ U( U9 Q- w# W# {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 ?$ N3 y3 F5 Q% O6 `) h7 r& HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# D! a2 G6 B/ ^: zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- ~5 w# X8 A$ HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 v( M% | U6 k! }% I$ r0 I2 L9 `' @, D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& o& Y8 m8 w& m' LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) w- G& \4 G! B4 E0 |+ ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 w. h( c, f6 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ~; T: U+ \! o3 P' T
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 }2 \0 H( \2 o3 ?$ ?How you tried to set them free, 2 J' c1 ]' O4 l' \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. R0 S$ R, J8 u* E M" ePerhaps they never will. |
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