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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' O5 U) A: b( P- D3 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 X" o% R1 W# T# `# X7 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: T; ?7 w3 y1 }6 L" k0 c" p% W! R" D+ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 v+ S0 w- Z% H! W; U) M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ }" K* K2 i$ ?7 O' c9 @# j3 }How you suffered for you sanity,
; u& K3 k2 Y& ~! rHow you tried to set them free,
4 a Y) Y$ e) V* eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ?; p6 @) e# j; O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; J: ~( ?' [6 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( r3 p. h, t! j' I( i) J; Y1 \! NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ~, ? _- E9 Q$ F
Weathered 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, : _' |0 @. j9 r- Z) U: [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & Y! \! R* C2 r' ^; V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 P+ ?1 t, b: _3 d! \7 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. ]$ g5 v# e U. h' YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" m$ Q! l, Z/ {' t, `. h4 }. TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# O7 t/ z; `* F+ l5 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . r+ X6 X! y2 F' u: f* C+ L; F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # x) M( t* r4 S8 @* m
1 W# J- q9 w3 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. w5 C% K$ u9 y: ]How you suffered for you sanity,7 B5 ~8 M% {; R
How you tried to set them free,
+ |5 F) B- w& Z* S0 r- KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% x# O# Y* ^- m' }) Z& I+ YPerhaps they never will. |
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