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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + U! Y" c; z4 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ^) J1 o0 G4 O: S5 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 }/ c' w ~( t, y# V2 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - I: }) X: G$ D7 j: s, M# e3 {5 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' h1 s) g% `% U7 N9 w" A3 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ B) L Q% m' z7 V5 iHow you tried to set them free,
8 {# _& S% r) S- {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' J$ W$ B% K- v3 n* |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 s" H0 l/ d- G4 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- B" b1 e' n' K* O: N: q& bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, j& c0 e& v8 C3 h4 g- {! G3 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; j5 a* Z# D5 N+ \) n; i+ C7 t6 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! z; t5 b: H7 {( R# bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 M, g8 { o0 P: v" G. y* ~) W* c- `* F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - B. M" n* P/ ]( P' L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 w: ]8 L2 C; d/ V5 x t* s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 Z0 h* Y; k x7 Z& rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 Y$ X" g3 B" {5 g. }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - A2 _, ~0 u8 m- n2 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Z5 ?* O5 H6 `" j) L. S, |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 S: R/ m; Z0 H* |: R Q$ D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: B2 v) k2 \# g$ g) iHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 `8 m: X1 I! i4 O) IHow you tried to set them free,
: g- v6 J* \( Z7 s$ K' bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q+ R, y5 k6 }5 p K) [' @+ _+ y% HPerhaps they never will. |
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