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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 O- Q$ L; p0 @9 O6 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 f$ O4 y* Y: ]2 c$ T0 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ S3 @" |8 a$ ]! @$ P9 U+ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ |; ?# t8 ^+ u: b( R8 T$ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 `) G- m7 b: b l0 B' L6 F+ a
How you suffered for you sanity, & L; K/ F( D# y- o9 {+ I
How you tried to set them free,
7 J0 r2 l. f: h+ o* y& M# yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; x+ p$ e0 |+ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Q8 I8 [% M' [2 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 d; D/ b% ? B7 a3 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 a k( i: o y& t- _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) p1 b \7 `, S# G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
w) {, J1 f, A) ^. S/ R" mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - x, ~+ O8 {2 ` v6 d5 S4 V& H) Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ @# c) s5 c* G. l4 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 W1 T, U: b. p c# i0 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- h) l0 t, S/ f# yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) l9 G- y( o% J c4 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ^* H4 z' L+ F+ A! m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Z4 ?; y! B6 Z* w; H, j; C* r+ e
! z3 y9 ]& f+ b" n' I1 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 |6 Q# p9 ~4 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^: W" C. @& G. _# |. i( h! bHow you tried to set them free,
! K. Q5 V( _% ~% o- c7 {" xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( C! v. |- Z8 r4 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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