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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 E9 k1 q8 p9 z4 w6 P9 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 s4 D/ q/ \( ~2 k, j$ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, ^: a# B2 x/ }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* D7 x( f% Q2 `0 m+ wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! @- p$ D8 l2 _& @1 f/ e* G' U. mHow you suffered for you sanity,
& A$ E) z' x( N) hHow you tried to set them free,
( y' W, c: y3 Z% ~: aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 Y' U) ]. r% k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 g$ p- {2 U7 l+ k7 |8 l/ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ?) [8 ]6 `+ Y( K- C; H& P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 g% y, z- r) T" d4 Y! AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 W5 N1 W! O# |4 P( P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Y% F% F1 | U& r$ e4 l: v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % Z+ ]2 x! ^* [) `' Z' Z8 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' j2 @& H/ t6 z: b; ~( S, i
But I could have told you, Vincent, v% g7 q/ K" E5 S; l. {8 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + V$ w3 ^ U) @/ w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 n! H! o$ }8 _+ O9 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" _, a) j; A* ?# m8 P2 K6 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) T5 k, q7 w. S) m" ^) I5 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ F) x* Z, ~% |$ E: u( w6 G
1 E1 d, |, K4 i* L, d9 z. ~9 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ q! R* A: g. ]8 ?8 u( [How you suffered for you sanity,5 u" m+ |5 ]" |6 n/ G
How you tried to set them free, ( \: c) E% P" p4 J) c
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( |( n6 R2 C$ `% A4 z! T
Perhaps they never will. |
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