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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: y# h/ I; |8 X. }. L5 p& |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! T- e l* d, D% m8 A; K7 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 v! i7 O+ B8 T7 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ \- U3 g* J" L( L. d2 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 v, \) z$ \& `4 t( W4 fHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 J7 e' w( @& e" e4 b
How you tried to set them free,
/ s+ X5 |3 q, p; NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) `% }2 m' y4 b# V& V' w, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " i i- W2 Y- _/ t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 ?; N5 @ a9 Q& k4 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& N6 V! S' C1 V; Q0 L& nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 x! b& D" S) ^! E, KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 ~ n7 v+ _, d' _1 Y5 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! |. K% a& N/ ~/ Q4 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% @) \7 y# F. WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 E* E/ {- s4 O% _+ W6 i9 S4 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 T8 r* E, X' vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 x; y0 [1 z% ^$ K; \ D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 r* \ P: c+ B( U/ T5 Q7 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Z& j) W3 {- I. ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 {2 A! Z ]$ |5 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 F! {$ e8 z Q- w0 M( Y) N
How you suffered for you sanity,6 V0 g( j/ X+ d" C* c- I6 ]7 e
How you tried to set them free, 8 d8 [: N1 e, u7 k# a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 E! d/ q) E3 l' [Perhaps they never will. |
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