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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 t# ]2 ?% J) b: }; w, BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ K/ w* Z5 h, Z+ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) N/ L2 F1 s% c' NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - i s; {. F& C. W4 J; p) }' {) Y6 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! v8 k. |! M/ EHow you suffered for you sanity, ) ` u# r0 d% A0 }& q
How you tried to set them free, J! u3 z9 m1 U+ t! E6 x) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Y5 N7 V1 c" q% P- R* d& t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ m/ B; |/ l/ O5 e" ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 q" {0 ^- o- K S0 a; KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* C5 }0 U& s- KWeathered 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, + h$ k! X0 T$ Q, {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : l+ {4 P# y% C' ?( N* W/ E' N$ N+ D. S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % ^! E( p" ^ n" H5 |* c7 w' _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
?: w# ] r t; v* c" pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ [$ k# o( R/ I v( H- B- tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : F% R# b% Q4 J" b6 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& P/ G! o4 F: Z' M5 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 V5 |0 h" u# \* X( \+ t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, [3 p! }6 n8 n$ d
How you suffered for you sanity,- X) B3 @9 h6 w+ {8 @, n. |
How you tried to set them free,
4 q- J4 J4 @0 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, . f9 ?; `6 D" w$ ~9 X+ K: j5 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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