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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 O1 f' u& l1 A# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 ^2 {2 A, G4 w& UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 }$ n, g: ]2 E4 I$ M1 c" [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ?- C/ X& ]5 S: k) ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 x1 U. C7 ?5 @; \" G
How you suffered for you sanity, & h' k' J8 U9 e, @2 m, J+ l4 `
How you tried to set them free,
" U9 Y ^# q% [# r; gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' E+ e9 \7 p! S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 j( R" F+ C' T* k; r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Z6 ~7 \. D" T0 L# B/ WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) g, [$ J' Z+ TWeathered 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,
$ W* U: J' D. ]' A* rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 k6 T O% k0 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 |3 J* H6 Z/ O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; r6 A' J$ C% ?8 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* Y4 m0 W% W' g8 L/ K% z) x" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 B2 m' @/ f$ I+ }, `9 i" J& \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 B3 P% U z, F: J! ]& d4 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. y$ O! r. `$ r' t5 v9 k4 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 m. j: q; @+ V" }* Y J; W+ |( f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% X* J% d4 r9 \8 p" G/ [How you suffered for you sanity,, u2 p+ y; i+ I4 d- u6 w
How you tried to set them free,
: r8 A% S& F5 V7 M, }They would not listen they're not listening still, ' ~, D& w4 d9 E9 Y2 i9 \- [
Perhaps they never will. |
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