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# V' U I! d2 ]4 L+ uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % e5 C, ^4 s: U! V9 e+ C3 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 P+ a; w o: Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ b( N% B6 ?! A: B" t" q. L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , z# e7 A. C/ X; s ~+ [. m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- l& c& z' `/ j& B: _How you suffered for you sanity, 1 n( S5 m3 \$ G$ z0 c* @, }- @
How you tried to set them free, 2 j ~4 ] B! Y1 c4 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 E# j2 L; z, _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
b7 e4 w7 N' f* R6 ^ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 O# G' m |! H, g8 s6 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 N; q5 M7 r Z: s: Y7 t" e2 n$ V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- j( z& T5 D6 ]. B' L" I3 j3 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ H; C' N1 h: T \, ?: k( qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ]6 V2 j2 L8 [1 V5 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
p" u8 Q7 |& h; A. l6 ^9 c3 w; \/ QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: l \ k+ o5 S3 o: v& R- j0 G+ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 p+ E( x% D2 W: w# h9 u- l7 d% `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ?# d1 i4 Q3 \5 e5 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 b' M3 M8 d) ]2 S% }- r% m; S; cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 d) V4 h7 `" n: O1 f- V+ ]$ n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 @9 t8 a# Y! @0 w) V
# w0 v8 n( `' I* x8 M. ?) v: yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 _- \3 o) B* Y8 m& i. ]" W6 w; gHow you suffered for you sanity,
' @# V# b) d; F" l9 SHow you tried to set them free,
6 R+ C3 W9 S, `- u- QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* e2 g" {( U8 y* {4 R( M; |Perhaps they never will. |
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