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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( ?: G, L+ ^; zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ?7 m/ N1 L5 ]2 b* N" yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- p0 D) u8 B9 n: i' W$ `" }/ Y. DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! i: u8 V* | B$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 X7 E& V6 j1 o5 @$ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 K$ Z5 g6 E1 h7 m& }( x. A7 QHow you tried to set them free, ) ? J9 q1 b) N4 }- O% }1 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ^8 e) X( u# s. l3 R7 D$ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 \ K, r! s$ d$ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, I8 d. H& _# y6 p* u( @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% I' L S7 s7 O8 _0 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ ~- X) ~9 \0 J; @9 N LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 @: K6 W% i, E" U6 t1 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" t( D3 z1 ^1 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 L6 ^& R1 k0 }2 q7 R5 a, ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
) j/ H. U) `0 B% t8 A9 B. m/ r- ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' P% O; R5 Y" R2 ~0 P; j, f9 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; p0 [( N- R! k9 T0 u' |% R2 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % p* E7 P+ f9 o+ c! F% T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 e/ e% L2 q& h0 [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,
6 L# S2 ^! N( ?0 g5 q$ g4 b' m7 @% I5 {How you suffered for you sanity,' w. u: n8 \# a) V
How you tried to set them free, / m/ v9 R1 k* d4 a+ t9 d$ W5 C6 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, / [- V; M3 I; {; e. V3 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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