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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- e! r: M& h" C1 D' t) A. sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, A/ j3 O1 Y+ `. M. h! }& e6 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ X* a# ?* y" cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . q: l. R0 n, u( ?# L6 V8 n8 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! p' L- Z3 y5 D g: w4 Z1 k
How you suffered for you sanity, + x f) ^4 @5 \& D. ^
How you tried to set them free,
4 l( s7 o: j9 |! C+ ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . ]$ I* o! n& m) k6 L& w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; L" S6 V* u3 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' }3 I# R/ f0 s2 n8 T3 v/ a1 z6 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; E6 l( h5 K `: z9 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; C! X. }& h8 G3 i& vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( T% T1 f8 l# e& f8 ~# w5 e# i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x3 O. R5 I( r9 D9 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 j3 }: ^& w- Z- {! m8 C7 }& }! cBut I could have told you, Vincent, : x6 B0 c! t) S# c' b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 N$ p% Q+ P+ mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 b9 i4 I" o$ ]' U0 E& |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & P9 P( M" K1 P0 o9 ?6 ~
The 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, ! |# E" _( I/ r2 t' Y2 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,6 A1 n' o& N8 u' Z: a
How you tried to set them free,
' C. ^8 B, n( p3 e4 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 B/ M) o2 {3 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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