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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ b( L- s/ s, p4 _0 j: v) @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ q/ n8 _( b) R( E- f8 d& RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ^5 f5 T8 V8 j3 Y0 A' [* U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; b, v6 X8 Q/ E. g. ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& C9 B7 I2 ~& u# \7 PHow you suffered for you sanity, + `6 } _; U2 s9 q0 f# C$ Y* [
How you tried to set them free,
; E& v1 T9 z3 Y/ v. J8 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ p% [; m7 ~- n5 j2 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . t0 F# Y; n( c- b9 M8 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 K' I" n- e1 L2 k! I h5 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' s: j- ]$ x4 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 a% w! e9 f9 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & L u% U! [( {8 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e5 b9 f/ a+ K. \) [! D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
P& |. m. g7 J% Q8 D; mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! H/ Q. j" Z8 T1 P. ^# j& H) [6 u' Y. bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 g- D/ e6 Y b" Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 V4 F3 s; t* h5 E& ?& B8 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; L6 l _( @1 F+ j/ g6 |) QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " J4 @' I0 p7 k
4 y, W9 A; D* G4 n1 c9 |) {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 F' B7 K4 [) X( _* p' v4 z/ NHow you suffered for you sanity,/ Q" m5 n$ @ N" c& |2 }
How you tried to set them free, 5 s! H' @# Y3 U$ J; u- |4 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, . ~# [1 s' n. x. Z" y2 c& \$ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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