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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( _; J% @9 Z3 {. s9 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ i% [, B; m) }5 p" ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 A; k! p- D* ^5 W' CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: i! R, o$ v. E; r" s( I5 E1 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 o% e! X' U }* wHow you suffered for you sanity, ( U7 k+ _: x; W$ f1 } q
How you tried to set them free,
! d& t2 S4 X3 n: k* e$ S8 n- p2 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( d/ M1 J& L3 J: y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, }: d& {: H, [5 d5 ^% `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) }2 T* S! j. x- r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : _ x7 U3 v, l3 l4 C3 F# s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # [5 S: j& x e3 o5 u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" P5 u4 v; q; E; R$ s* w8 ?3 w: wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 N+ `& k* {, ]% i3 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: Z- ?) [. ~, p) ^6 M8 vBut I could have told you, Vincent, " }; m3 J( E4 _3 b/ g$ _) v$ k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 v9 N4 ]8 i# F* W9 [3 v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - y9 V$ c! Y* V1 i4 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * A! c6 B# O4 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I/ s: v4 o. x" MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- o3 b+ W9 c: h+ x5 R% H) U+ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( c0 g" P3 T+ Y& H. U1 E. ]* ]How you suffered for you sanity,
/ A8 t: P3 ]2 S; d$ \5 ]8 E* aHow you tried to set them free, * _. Q% K' z: g# k; R$ U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 C; b5 J3 K# s* h j1 k9 o& _% X$ E4 L/ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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