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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 W6 l; O3 v5 w; [' O6 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 q& y! ]8 H# x# _. g. s: UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, c3 h8 P7 z* m! wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; C7 y$ h+ [, Z( L+ z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e+ `; x6 c) _* E+ v$ `
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 [! {( x- M3 i' ^5 u
How you tried to set them free, 5 Q5 j, O% G( c) o' @5 V* k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
X, y' y* e9 F8 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 C* |" R! F$ X! Y7 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ~% \6 h5 |1 x. a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d4 _2 ]' d% ?/ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " G; |8 g6 B9 [0 c; q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 x, y' M/ K! N6 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. H4 G! b9 ~. z! \0 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 N- w; _5 D& R4 i3 I" \3 F0 I$ X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 U8 O0 F& {2 z3 l* A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# j7 |7 O5 N7 h, `* X0 W2 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) O+ {7 T0 p9 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! o% J7 h6 x- T1 Z3 qThe 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,
4 s/ x& D+ S# ~- B* V e U( f5 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ]! N- Q1 {: B" |1 OHow you tried to set them free, ; T0 N) J* L: `; c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 U; i1 c" G, M6 D. a8 \' Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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