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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% s r6 o9 G, R' D3 u5 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 N& l9 S' O1 U2 V( }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) n$ F: H0 [9 \3 q9 @1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ i1 s+ x& H: ^) sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 L/ z" a v/ E/ VHow you suffered for you sanity, & Q; v/ C7 P- U1 `/ z
How you tried to set them free,
% N6 L9 G9 n% d+ ]# {: lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 o; @3 e0 O1 \( N) j$ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( ~, M) \! P, S6 w" cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) Z- ?5 S$ w; M6 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- F3 u3 i; M1 W5 b' l% y! D0 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 Z* S6 ^5 [ h2 \$ E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 K* j% [1 w0 C) z0 p _+ D. OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! I6 d. j2 q" I; s2 ?3 M: j: q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 z* D. \/ k& e6 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 S0 s- k! }1 ]- k N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ \: h5 a6 h1 A: O1 G' i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' T/ ?" D$ n7 a% J" WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 N8 V$ Y* Z S" Z0 g' I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 G# i w+ D0 k! |7 [( _4 i+ |7 n. UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' l! b2 B: D" @* R" {4 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 L" R+ P( H& b) |& {. y' h
How you suffered for you sanity,
r' f; a% i+ Q t5 IHow you tried to set them free, a1 Q; v2 C" ^' x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( `9 f/ A" _# g5 f7 m4 a S1 OPerhaps they never will. |
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