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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 e. I( u# u3 Z! F* z1 K3 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# [/ \2 G1 N1 ] z/ D1 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 x& D/ n8 ~. _/ ]+ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' }: v+ ?* Y5 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ t! _) e$ N, a. c& E& Q; t# mHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 b# N x6 i( h, r1 f& |How you tried to set them free,
# D! _5 F' ~7 T H- N# hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 A0 A; [3 w+ F) p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( ]) Y% L8 v$ O9 g; s+ A% O" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ?$ ~" E" r# N W" B Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 v$ S& F& i& k1 u/ dWeathered 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,
" e& O+ z' T: b8 H) DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 c2 q+ b6 l7 ~ O" G, s% l: FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 T* g. D, P, Z6 r' S s1 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 d4 `" S- S$ `: G8 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% u2 |" f" ]1 ~7 @6 Q3 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 m$ k3 N2 C9 V5 X& C7 n' K3 l I; sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 y- l- u# u( _/ v: u7 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ A0 K1 A' i4 p5 S3 S2 ^7 h# p x- KThe 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,
7 A6 S8 n! f9 R- i; MHow you suffered for you sanity,( B+ n" |+ u( o
How you tried to set them free, 8 p. G# M4 k: I* n
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ], E6 O( E: N, z8 j% i
Perhaps they never will. |
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