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' Z7 N' J+ e- C: o0 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ i* ?4 C. T& ^3 L" Y# VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , X0 S0 m5 M. D V0 M6 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& d* R; r. g% t3 P6 }9 M1 m# NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / K! b9 ^4 ~3 h) L8 s- E& f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- T8 m# P! s% i7 r4 T* q/ eHow you suffered for you sanity, : V9 v2 n! U- C+ T1 T: ]) i+ E
How you tried to set them free,
* Y8 v, N6 e, V) x6 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & p, {" e, `+ F% G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 \. Z( J/ t2 k( V& _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: c+ e6 A- Y8 C C" z VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! b6 W5 A8 n- w$ s$ v/ J5 i
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,
/ f9 B1 ?% u2 M* x2 F: O' V8 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : \8 i( T1 k$ ~& d, A$ e U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % z3 m! X1 P9 L* X0 S6 d% f
But I could have told you, Vincent, " U' ?6 f9 ~8 [- b$ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 D8 u; x+ S. I1 ^$ T/ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , A s" H) ?! D! L( ?0 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& |4 I4 l; V1 n( q7 YThe 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, 0 p* c0 O- S/ F! y
How you suffered for you sanity,( o! w9 H1 \6 c! O
How you tried to set them free,
# ~$ I& }" g, hThey would not listen they're not listening still, + ?! f8 @' j9 V/ x- D( M1 {5 s
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