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* P& U) X9 J2 W2 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( P' z: C- q" ]! z2 W" q+ [+ F+ aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) G% @/ w+ \5 a* U; MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* l, Y: a/ |) D; ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % t6 m- V! d ~' K6 w+ w B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& A: X3 W! |1 N3 l7 AHow you suffered for you sanity, , H* e/ _4 a8 ^$ _6 K
How you tried to set them free, 4 t0 I& [/ l3 @) ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & o) @4 H3 x9 r" G ^8 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ U6 D- m. B( P& o( ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) {5 B; D# P* V! I) a- LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 N) I" r; o3 [) W8 U% {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! K4 X1 F% I8 w' W7 H% j0 }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " S7 R, z; T0 A2 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 D# W: z: U* a4 Y9 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, , J' y) W+ e0 C M" y1 f( C# |3 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ X' T6 u* h& ^& I" ^: h8 k3 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 C. s* p$ L% V6 {1 F3 M$ RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& I9 Z6 `4 G' OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 \, y- m z8 q: O6 V
The 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, 5 U5 L8 `% h- e. q# l
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 G# G4 B' A; x& J! yHow you tried to set them free, 9 k1 i, |2 j" i- l4 t% b: B1 {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 I! C3 U2 Q Z ?! d T. o+ Q! DPerhaps they never will. |
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