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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) t& T3 d, q/ U j. c7 Y9 O$ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& }% A a z' l+ j5 T" NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ y- i# r+ B" e1 _6 V8 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, b$ C1 w* _! p- k" D* L3 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' x! d' ~: ~: @' w( f) FHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ }0 _% w2 |% W4 J" g1 AHow you tried to set them free,
3 z) @$ O" j9 g! tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* G# i$ u9 N/ _7 H3 F4 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" y# d m: Q- v; P1 K4 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , E b/ X0 }" L F8 g5 Z. I0 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ]3 a! K: R$ J/ v X- u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ^; b# z J! a% v' L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 R) g: @9 F. mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 b5 `1 ^% d! kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 s* [& W( ~+ ~# E9 A1 K" x r7 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, , m5 c* ]5 H5 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : d7 H0 X- \% M* X( x5 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! M( }1 t: F( [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ~* V4 }$ Y- O+ ^/ y% _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% f& D# \5 l% h, D' OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- o7 N: r* {0 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, `* t3 q- N) N' S, w' N/ o
How you suffered for you sanity,& a8 U# W5 k$ T$ V& N; @: z- k
How you tried to set them free,
3 |, G/ i5 [' X2 [# l0 a. m7 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( @6 Z" p; w8 @9 t% {6 gPerhaps they never will. |
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