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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 C+ ~6 G; Y& K# I0 k* D+ @3 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 l4 J5 [& G+ ?2 R0 b/ y( kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 e/ G# a7 `! T3 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ n- e3 j2 c0 w. b, s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) k, m: H4 u& E4 I' P9 MHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 P( H, f! P, d( }0 P* A( m
How you tried to set them free, ( Q. o9 g% d# U. _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 K+ \. T" W& O6 f, L6 S; R4 ]# g3 y7 F; dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 ?: r4 |: S( G4 k7 v$ R4 s6 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) e$ s$ i$ c+ m5 H9 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Y% Q( r7 F0 A3 J' Z A. ^2 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# R* r0 m g n) F! E; MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 R, E; r/ u/ Y; O B4 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 d& z/ X* @7 D4 q5 @$ W9 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 F5 A) ]) Q; Z0 b+ ^7 b) ]7 i5 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
q8 p* O7 D+ N2 f+ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 f3 G: U& p8 `- r/ N6 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( R2 y2 y# H' R- A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 N6 n; L2 w8 K6 j* ^" v3 X" [5 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( a! q: F' L6 s& u6 e2 t0 g7 \3 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - z- o/ `0 H+ V( `; j$ H' e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ m1 ^0 h; {" f' I( _3 k }1 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 z3 C! y7 D! Z, g# mHow you tried to set them free,
/ {1 H" M2 p0 ~/ kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. I) L/ }& j1 ?; f* v+ p! mPerhaps they never will. |
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