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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ]: ]+ |: B1 M X. g$ Y2 j4 Y5 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 |' P' D( P: yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% D7 x+ v0 J/ n, X' G9 u- Y- S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ h. M/ _0 k& n. u1 v' L/ t3 p3 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- X( T0 U! e1 `8 c1 X9 Y; _
How you suffered for you sanity,
* l3 K/ @$ m4 t: y. VHow you tried to set them free, ' K; X+ X2 R: S0 t0 i: e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 i% e% K3 I* L7 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ T' j+ r7 h8 S H' a: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / J. j- F" Y2 G) x( H D; n0 a% s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ^0 T l5 w. k8 A3 W0 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 d, O' u9 e0 F. W+ z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" o0 ?! @" U+ n0 ]: N& t8 M6 \/ U6 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : _. I& N" y/ @. @5 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . ~( Q( l: H* z. i9 L M. s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 t( Z/ u: T: ^6 \( F, NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 O* U3 z& N3 @/ {
Q) l4 c4 i$ | M. G2 \: L: fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; P( x/ k, o$ c1 v( ^" v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 \; E3 M7 x+ Y/ fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D6 p6 D- R4 Y" q, w7 f& a! I+ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " i+ Y0 u: X8 J. U! V
& R' n( Q. O+ {& e/ b5 ^3 b# iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) I9 F0 r0 z7 x- K& fHow you suffered for you sanity,6 K; l2 b4 C/ I, O* f
How you tried to set them free, $ U4 I# U o9 o6 v0 l0 K& v$ @8 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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