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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
G9 R& q$ ?9 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 O. k5 j5 |( v W' h$ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& n, n6 d$ s4 S: `8 i" o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 i4 [+ Z, J' r. |# Q4 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, `& H% n( x! W" e2 _. \! F* D% uHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 y1 Q$ W; b# {3 Y! A
How you tried to set them free, ! B; B1 Y# Q" G6 p3 v, G1 u( V$ d5 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# k3 H0 y; o8 o3 q* uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; \7 }/ K! Z0 I, Q5 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 Y2 Q& O* U5 l* WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; E0 i( m& I f: ]0 x3 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 T# F L! O: z) E' \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 D- w+ Z a+ v( V1 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 P% H5 Y, w: P0 V @' w% _: K6 Z* v( fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 }% ]. R: Z2 M9 z7 U9 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, % ] |9 ]: g" a3 W9 J1 c' K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 f( V2 t. ?* y: o3 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ~% M& E; Y3 Y0 S+ Z2 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- P4 [0 h" L' {0 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 H" ? J# U: a/ O. V. t, g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ x$ E3 b1 j4 `% `% [* s' d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- m# }2 J9 Y- C; w5 Q: M( q: k' {+ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 C# ~( Q/ i1 ~3 X0 THow you tried to set them free,
3 E8 S a$ D' r9 f9 n- j# x+ HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" z2 w+ F+ k. X2 ^7 r- c+ rPerhaps they never will. |
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