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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' c: x+ d. N9 ], {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 S1 m/ S1 d$ _, I( Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," R t8 X l9 h: g4 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! O8 e: N- K9 S, F! h( `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( k! P3 M2 k3 T k$ M; UHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ s j- S, B9 ]* ~8 q0 h2 Q8 wHow you tried to set them free, * z; z: D% G& [2 Y# `8 Q' P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' u( I( A3 q% P" eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , q* B! d5 J, Y) I2 z+ ^; \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % @6 E( t3 r( X3 Y* z- L4 ]2 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 P' b" r5 t: [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 z$ Y: x# y7 p: N: |3 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 u$ [0 ]7 z; e( i: ^, ~3 `7 m8 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( K# ~! O* P* C+ ]6 R) T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @: x! x% k C+ p9 M' i8 a6 l0 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. D2 Y& L3 H' N
+ o' R" D, j- I6 V, ?7 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 t; r* |) D3 M4 Y6 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 u! V" e1 K! H" J3 a. C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 H; u ]5 V9 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 F h' G% y* |0 s2 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
) U# q* S5 P4 q) F* qHow you tried to set them free,
; ]. f* p8 |# E5 ^# tThey would not listen they're not listening still, . m5 {' h7 \0 \2 T7 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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