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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 C% ~* q) ~2 ]: {: f7 T/ b, {2 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; D2 n& k8 n7 D: V8 Q1 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," j1 u; }! c% ]* {9 }9 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) V9 N5 p1 E) [' h7 N& P% X( ^" H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ t4 D& z# \ n; [How you suffered for you sanity,
1 a% n5 P8 Y! B9 C' UHow you tried to set them free,
# A1 y- s1 D" M4 Q! uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: O# r t2 r, hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; B' \$ ^# `0 M' D- q, l$ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t Z- X) n8 C3 {4 O V. ]6 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) H K: Q6 Y+ e8 H4 Y. ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' ^* X; Q: G4 u2 q) m1 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
L2 W$ @6 u! OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ T% O. n: {' }7 A6 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % l0 U. j8 E+ t" @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 @9 a) u( f6 M! TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 H( A' s0 x0 R6 q; w" GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 d- J8 p, r \: L5 O6 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; N2 O+ g6 l2 n% b1 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
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6 a% i% k3 T- f; u! P& S4 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 M+ R: w! q, H) y8 {7 z9 g8 Z6 G
How you suffered for you sanity,. y8 ~% Q! m( o5 ?+ C. I! p0 ~8 G
How you tried to set them free, * u, c; i2 a+ f; h' b, |% k* O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 g7 E( _: x) k+ R; @
Perhaps they never will. |
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