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- h \, p- L& q+ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
A; d4 w" c# y% ]2 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 [; S I6 i! J9 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; u2 Y& p$ m D' m0 a& r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . e7 f; @" b3 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 i8 Y+ Y5 c4 C1 b, o$ _# Q
How you suffered for you sanity, / Q! U+ f) H3 a* [/ S
How you tried to set them free, ) z& H- J3 j1 A- C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 c1 j8 q0 B4 t* X! c5 Z& m. vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 n3 m5 X2 n; n3 E7 |; I# q; ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 z3 I2 w6 t( u# Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! }* _$ D0 r* m* t3 @; h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . {7 J2 P/ m% F# ^$ g, X! U3 B2 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 H8 O" c- p! ]9 I& lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , q% V4 J* C; _. u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & i8 E) C: k5 u, H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ~: I# I% _; {4 m+ V- Y9 K" }, n2 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 l" D/ ]4 w5 k; \" L6 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Y) n, W! J7 _2 T% g1 d5 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ~6 G0 c/ q% u( NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! g2 n) D* a; |: v+ W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 [ z0 Q6 t8 D( v6 F4 @How you suffered for you sanity,: g! z! y8 C1 n7 D$ o4 D* B, a
How you tried to set them free,
* a' U1 `4 j3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 c6 T) j* D* a( |* @# W j2 U% XPerhaps they never will. |
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