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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% G5 N0 h2 R% k3 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 a) U& ]) A$ v- {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. J8 o4 U! V# [- ~- `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 o+ e t2 x! c' E9 I) y5 m+ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 H5 R6 U0 I" ~+ K* h2 [1 YHow you suffered for you sanity, + `: U! P8 \; ~* J
How you tried to set them free, 2 H: e" G7 G. |+ z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % a9 I, m+ V& P' k% O& X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D/ X1 \* I8 E! `$ USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 u \' g. x8 x, ~5 t& c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- a5 o1 B/ s" Y4 s ~7 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& H8 x# {$ \. j& q7 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , S% F8 H5 p* c2 A J/ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & p+ h9 Q5 I8 h3 r& s5 @' ^- N' X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 v8 Z9 S; o3 G8 w: O" bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ] ?$ [1 H: O3 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Z1 C( u* n; b6 e. l _1 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + [$ P* `7 h0 D: F* B4 f( N6 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 S# I9 W" Y( {' G" K* G: UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 y, E& I3 y: ]7 H
a5 q2 E: w9 r3 m& H) i4 d8 K; wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; I0 y! t* k% Z# d3 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,7 ^4 T& ^$ Y. G2 ?* O
How you tried to set them free, * w" P3 S+ Q, c% [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! w( l( g! g- V. t/ }" ~8 d* P$ s8 ~% |' j3 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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