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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 A) I( z$ F! l7 L; N' }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) d$ B. v7 T- l* L" B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 z/ _3 ?4 l/ u% R9 Q# A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / m3 f' o5 G9 `8 u4 D9 U. u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! {5 w- A& c- Q9 @9 U6 F) OHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 z" i1 \3 ^& q2 Y/ S
How you tried to set them free,
7 E! C2 l2 p( NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 U _6 H$ K3 Q3 e+ Y- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) a- q9 O! k8 p7 d4 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . K( |/ }" N c( o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 q0 w8 j# K; i2 k4 P8 S
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, ' G: y# v# ^# o" b* P. Y7 D, [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 d: ]- Z' |* W) L$ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + K q' }! d- o/ ~" l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 J* t( W% P7 S9 T4 Z: cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Y+ f( c$ m2 p' M6 F( U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ U$ e2 B8 G2 |; |5 O* x( k8 u3 i5 G8 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " J, c: A0 z! v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# e1 X9 E" H g- s; x0 J- eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ~& v* c$ q+ |+ h' n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 m* B0 v ?/ d5 {1 j( f5 C0 dHow you suffered for you sanity,. A1 j9 g% I/ G- w J+ S! I" l
How you tried to set them free, 7 ~9 X. X& \/ R: ~' @$ j& n3 h% l+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, . N6 w6 |8 g8 s% K
Perhaps they never will. |
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