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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) o) g8 ~- N/ K5 }- F1 d. _* P+ G: CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: j( q+ R6 P! ~7 P! [3 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," e5 ]6 ^# j; [% ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, n8 [/ b3 ^; D- aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 R; a: \$ I1 {5 i- c7 n
How you suffered for you sanity, + I& l3 n+ m/ `
How you tried to set them free,
- G$ s8 x: s. U6 u6 }9 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; K. H9 ^/ I4 S2 _" ^ u/ P; lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! x: K7 L/ @( k# c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) o: e/ P. W+ I8 Q, z& O' xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 r, N+ \: w, z; m" F3 c, Q) ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * T5 R0 @5 {7 p* q
/ Q# L8 S6 a. @* a; v/ aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* q8 H( m: [8 [# W+ Y. V$ e! t; JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) T, C8 ~& g [, _2 g4 ^3 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' k/ ?6 f, n& Q$ M9 [* DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" p+ q8 Y1 O1 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - F; F u }0 V2 W3 F z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & l2 Z; {3 e/ c! T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 V* H4 U! T8 t8 e6 O: w# B% [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : b- S) l' j- ?$ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 Q4 x; R3 n# P+ F$ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 h& Y9 o w( J) t: |" J
How you suffered for you sanity,. x6 z+ J# Y" t" Z+ [: D
How you tried to set them free, @& I. F) w% o! {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 H% t# _" O/ m9 EPerhaps they never will. |
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