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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& V' X! o% Y" e6 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# c1 j6 C/ F" O5 E+ }3 ^, {6 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, N/ S. s% N' y0 i9 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 {( |$ z& z" q* t! y/ s: q2 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! w! W! Y9 B! NHow you suffered for you sanity, ) R7 l5 w1 a) u4 _% F+ B$ [
How you tried to set them free, ' p' a" N/ e* }' l! `$ T% F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & t0 d8 F( W |( P) ~8 G# m6 @& i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 P# |' a9 P+ m6 w2 U- ~; x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! @, d# C, H8 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, _% z8 o) k$ f" x9 G$ p9 |: [Weathered 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, 7 {, ?( B4 G- Y5 q0 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: C, g9 N g. B$ w( ]1 Y* U6 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 [' K6 A7 y% R* b! ^6 u% F* N
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ r% N; C% F- ^7 R0 ], Y4 V# m' U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 J$ r" Z. u' [) |5 C6 p9 R" ~1 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * y2 _9 O6 p( l1 }1 T1 W; ^# V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 d8 W- g& i8 G; y4 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / V& V4 t- r, ^) A4 z, i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * Q+ ^& J5 p, r
How you suffered for you sanity,
" N2 J7 ^, R; N/ c6 F* i: k( pHow you tried to set them free,
- Q& b# v& J6 |They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 l: N! k! ?- Y6 _7 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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