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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 H: x& }; O. } J9 I' L3 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 J! r6 n: _- I8 @; j7 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 y+ O7 z/ H# S) sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : c5 h. u7 I2 C+ }* o4 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" W1 G" p6 J, N+ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
; {# W2 P+ l/ `# a7 A. D' [How you tried to set them free, ' H; l% I6 N! ^4 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 c+ E! b0 C8 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, f4 L' }7 \; f5 @) \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; x, [1 }, ] r( BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% V5 ~, g2 I: }+ p1 l: pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * [, B# L2 [2 k* N+ a& m
: _- O' L( j: D9 Y$ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! b. B1 w) O: G( L# j7 ^9 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 m6 g, J8 z" Y- F6 z* P3 d0 ]9 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. `! j2 b; |; `. w% ^5 z; @$ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ D2 `$ {. y" J6 A* E: p# hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ Z! U" V2 q6 E. h( {$ Z$ VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 C* N4 g4 J7 s f4 B) y3 a2 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + v7 S2 _7 {2 _; }7 v$ i8 j& Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 }. G: A S- L5 g; I& n
8 Z0 Z8 L- h1 Z- eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 k0 `* x' T5 @# u/ `5 m) [6 iHow you suffered for you sanity,$ c! Q! [! P4 q7 Y8 s- Y
How you tried to set them free,
# d& t. O7 `1 _They would not listen they're not listening still, # U$ T0 k4 H" A N
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