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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ U( w/ Q( d4 k* R+ B# q. p. GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' b+ e ]6 t3 [4 ~ U5 e0 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; l8 h1 Q" s$ wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 q$ N5 q7 K W% F8 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) l+ J( f/ D& b: s2 g- D eHow you suffered for you sanity, - y5 C2 h6 {) {: v" K" K* K
How you tried to set them free,
8 a5 e& B: d- S, K, T6 ~* p" L9 `9 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + b2 s& e4 f- D8 s; k: G; U3 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * C" w7 E3 E% O% Y# W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, `. i6 W' }6 v2 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ A* H6 e' C& w1 v/ O( t# yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; B9 j* H2 u. h+ B# V3 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 l# [) w8 x% C. J# A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % z, b8 V7 H7 X, v) h+ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 \# Y7 H" z1 n: `: v8 a! R4 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 S. v3 o& [+ B/ J( {8 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: I) P7 ?; F) |4 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 N/ n6 }0 b: F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ?/ ?( K. o* c l! I# u" L DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. H9 v4 N- P& X7 ]9 ~' m+ w3 S: HThe 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, + [8 K7 i' E! r: @8 N
How you suffered for you sanity,' N4 t( T2 @, X% Z# P3 a; `
How you tried to set them free,
' J v0 F1 d8 y9 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 }2 ~. I5 ^; c6 `+ s/ `: zPerhaps they never will. |
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