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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" j: x" b* p) l& J( A9 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 U5 L2 x5 s& x! k3 v; w& ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ H4 d6 M& k8 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! E0 ~8 V d2 @ b8 U% _5 o( C% A! W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Z! T, }0 A/ D- x! X
How you suffered for you sanity,
* ^1 L4 j `4 b' a( ^2 E/ }& ^How you tried to set them free,
- P* s* A( {* t, |% tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # C% w3 G: ?* [0 ^9 P) ?( o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & D- Y! Q0 {4 L- A8 F) e& r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- \) o" d6 @# J. e% ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M6 f: ?. y4 B9 X- \4 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 M( I P& R6 u$ t: m/ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( L; j; W& j% Y: u) MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) m3 a! y% b; j: w+ f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" [2 R7 f/ C$ G- iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 y) S" f; r" G" N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + V( y- @$ T9 x% Z( a) {: \* C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 z8 t, U0 }; F0 y1 c, x3 D% C! KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ _$ j+ i4 ~( _8 S# a0 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 t" f. h2 o; `8 Q; r# c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 n1 M% _ N- B- @( G, P
How you suffered for you sanity,
! [3 c. n0 T* S$ w/ EHow you tried to set them free,
% r$ r2 U% n* ~- mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ H/ [% V" s2 \. I W+ p& ]2 E; b$ K, zPerhaps they never will. |
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