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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 X+ o$ L2 y ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: E N" A6 J; x# F5 k* t5 a$ xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Y5 U- u/ c: l" lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 g. O5 W' E; _ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) s+ j+ Q- g( D( I8 g# M5 V* ?
How you suffered for you sanity, # F+ J6 h' r4 k" {" M7 N
How you tried to set them free,
+ {/ _- f1 p4 b: I0 n0 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + K5 Z0 d- |2 `, a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* k7 M5 A. b/ ^6 V1 c1 |7 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 G- \7 f- O! Q x7 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 i. d* f: c9 y9 S7 Z7 [9 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % L9 D- ^/ X0 S; c! l+ u6 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ s* w" l! b# p! g, a! l% @9 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , }1 C" a# ?; I# q: P# _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) K$ ]9 d( U$ o2 X+ [' }" z. `# h) ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 s2 o- ]0 O2 v8 i# u+ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% K0 G9 B8 U7 F* ?& _5 l" zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) N& R4 J, t1 J4 D; V4 p- R/ PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; J k! y$ N1 o) G. [% FThe 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, " c" ?" |% A1 u- V0 z% H1 O6 |* i
How you suffered for you sanity,4 x% B, j* }1 F( k1 _
How you tried to set them free, % Y$ b9 C, J% w- }
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) {& r' O* n" J7 X6 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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