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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" b5 r8 f# V" V) [8 Q. \& oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& W5 e) Z* ?. L; |* [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( r/ u+ j$ H5 C9 |: p, TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 m) T. N3 V% d3 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ O @7 y, \1 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
( ]- g0 }2 D/ E9 k) IHow you tried to set them free, ; t/ |& E' v6 T. a* M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( @8 b4 K& C) C0 Q/ j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( P2 G: o* F1 Q- JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 F N% @& V! R) O8 @! r: i( KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d% j7 }8 g* g# r2 c# O& vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 f. u4 T! E/ r4 m( j# @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ i v, H2 i$ K- mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
z8 d E* h. w- X4 U+ E' o7 E3 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 j5 I) @/ c2 }But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 O, w6 S; o8 |0 E, R ^3 q' X$ F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: v; Z; ?0 q' H8 o8 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- A7 p9 a8 _! e- k3 a( l( E, V( g( [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - `% r4 v7 X$ `$ d% T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# [9 j7 m9 `) y& C# S4 ^6 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / m2 x1 ?) _3 G- W2 b2 m# a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # e# b: b3 w% b' R
How you suffered for you sanity,* K0 N, B. |* V; H& m/ K7 z
How you tried to set them free, 6 K" ]; T5 P) x" A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. V$ d% j K0 V2 [6 q4 @# w" z! lPerhaps they never will. |
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