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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" Z4 j$ C! C( F4 Z/ H' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 n+ \4 [/ N: M5 n& a: T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Q i( s, _5 ]2 f7 C. C/ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " I* y* |6 J5 ]: O6 `; r+ Q' l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 H/ L6 D* s7 c9 j; d* {
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 C( @$ b% y4 W, \+ N
How you tried to set them free, : m% R/ Z3 }- E& }% X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + s+ u p; K, P3 q/ E% C$ ?8 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 H0 z# A/ }7 V1 i- W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . M" S4 ~4 ` P q7 u+ t. s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / f1 u/ m2 Y V# a; R' `
Weathered 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,
9 A7 ^ h/ G7 f4 n) R: ^" U5 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ O8 k0 ~- H/ Z4 l% yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! }# O, `! W# z) LBut I could have told you, Vincent, " W5 ?& N% E+ m7 Y7 H* C' q5 k0 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 g/ S; q& F7 @ W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 U- c- |: D; ?2 V$ { ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & d; ?; [0 G" R ~) t1 i) I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 }0 h" N( W7 ?1 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* i- p# W9 l, g9 P% q9 |3 R4 r4 RHow you suffered for you sanity, [! }* T! W/ i9 { n% ] b
How you tried to set them free, 6 |; ~. q- s$ T0 P% z- F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ S& B6 Z, t8 M! v2 n7 U, aPerhaps they never will. |
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