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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' {% \ z. V& L7 _& R& _1 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; m8 V! s/ J' d5 I* QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 m' X4 [# Y3 p5 t: ]) \& ]; X7 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
|$ E, l* M2 ], tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
Y' e8 D. L; w* xHow you suffered for you sanity, , L1 B4 ` s% v# B+ c) O4 h7 b( j( T
How you tried to set them free,
; f+ R D6 a! L: z% tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 X+ K. D. a @+ t6 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 _: l2 J2 r: j5 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & [8 j+ ^8 m# r6 N0 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 r$ b' o+ w9 [; G/ o: G- H# S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 X' \1 ]6 {' I. X& `% s A; \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' e/ ^6 Z% w" \( }9 f4 v# t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 u0 u `( W* f4 m2 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- i8 p' \: H; X1 C* E, F- EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' i! s( w5 Y1 f! l, B. NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 `9 r# n8 ], V% O' w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ y0 Z+ j& o2 e0 R; K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! g) H2 L) `- ]- pThe 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,
. _8 X9 m3 r. J+ i# ~How you suffered for you sanity,
) z6 j4 O8 _+ G$ C. b7 R$ RHow you tried to set them free,
- {6 q- Y" K3 f2 S% B3 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 W ]2 d6 _: D; S- ]: NPerhaps they never will. |
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