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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 z" C: Z/ w9 _2 _5 X5 B* K9 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , J ~& r$ z9 C! ~" P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; {4 e; ^, l1 K7 ]4 R/ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 `+ ^+ g0 t5 D+ J4 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. [2 Y. i) e+ B4 E
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 a S% x9 ?- E% o" a+ `
How you tried to set them free,
" I; t$ @3 p. E( mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / k* c( i2 w5 b4 D1 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% f- {, e3 J5 M* r( j& FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 e; a7 {& p) |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ y+ N% N* T: ~7 i$ K
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,
0 a( o9 I3 U1 n G$ n) Q5 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: R" ?6 P/ B2 O" U: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ s7 e' B( k9 M/ v& cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 S/ H1 H3 N* t# w8 x0 _& EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & G6 J- P ~7 i8 y* L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
Q3 Z; u& n( I/ ]- i2 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Z! p+ }9 Y7 G; r* { ?& X# l! {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D2 K% @/ H" e! C L x( g# ?7 }" {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 e e- {2 P( c, `2 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # i) V. a+ [! A, C3 s4 _0 ]( u5 f
How you suffered for you sanity,% R6 |' i- T. ]) s, A# [
How you tried to set them free, f7 Q& D0 _, e# J% i$ y/ A
They would not listen they're not listening still, + t/ K1 }% u' l. H7 [) W3 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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