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3 R' s) {( k3 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 R0 u% d( z7 n' ^' fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ {& r5 e; z I0 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* r6 T3 f) r2 c% h$ |6 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* g! H4 a; X" M- q, S: u5 f) Q/ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 N M1 [5 \, ?: ^: ]' k9 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 n0 N2 Z" t. t3 t8 e1 RHow you tried to set them free, / e, w$ }/ l7 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & H9 f+ F) j& L; g s" C8 ~" Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 F$ @2 E4 d/ WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . U$ Z: D* V8 B- Z7 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / J9 e1 v( g2 H2 J# ~8 `- V, [/ I6 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: _, R) T) f$ I+ N: lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: v8 ?6 r, w8 g/ W$ ^5 S- xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - {( ^+ h0 n! I" |! X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + h9 d# J$ U2 \/ E
But I could have told you, Vincent, A. ^3 l1 O, X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) K& m: G: V9 b" R- G$ w8 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# N1 m# F. M/ o; U: d* }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 z' Q( O8 i) K9 n+ t9 h3 @4 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / M0 H+ s3 p7 t. U! \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 B/ N/ K3 s% r* Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: c. ?& U2 a x7 wHow you suffered for you sanity,* q. i) n* ?* |& B3 @; H) h! M* i- V
How you tried to set them free, ' X7 K, Y1 m' k( i" ]0 f+ Y- Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 s d$ F/ y7 R. s' VPerhaps they never will. |
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