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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
q6 g) e% n1 F3 \6 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 V. \6 G! n' r; ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ C& a' e8 w% c4 R" t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 |; f% T _" z: L. L: {( o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, T) t: B* n& ]+ g% m8 ?, y6 R1 S- g
How you suffered for you sanity, ( p/ T$ L3 `- E4 }" H* i
How you tried to set them free, 7 A& Q! L @ L9 q9 C* O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; w* C2 o6 Y4 y: G8 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 U2 E- M/ `& R8 V( C$ i8 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' e6 U: t% u `: ?' e& n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" w6 l2 `! ]$ ?% {4 v4 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 [4 n; v& v" f9 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. b" S8 k* s, r* S$ aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. [: l& s+ x# l& S" ?; TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 R& x2 x, p( Y* f9 z* x0 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( x) h8 s, X: l; s2 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / t) f$ x3 c$ e" T9 O" G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ h) K0 e& o1 m4 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 w7 q1 `( n6 M% S1 s5 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 O9 _0 s- C4 C+ f5 j) ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) J( C* y' y8 }4 c& i5 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . g: [- d" L: s
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ~% u) t9 B3 R0 ^/ e: m2 o RHow you tried to set them free, y* _' q9 s9 Q0 m8 e) W& D1 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 a+ u% w/ @9 J2 B! i3 k0 |Perhaps they never will. |
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