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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Q& k! j/ {1 b, A) W5 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * p( H, w! A& N% t6 f4 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 p v2 X: Z; O. \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & W4 [; u/ t1 g4 v) j0 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! w F V' E3 U( y5 |8 }( A8 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 G. F4 f$ b, G5 }9 P
How you tried to set them free,
: L! }8 ]7 l) ~4 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
B1 K" @+ m( o8 G5 ^/ [1 U6 o5 v1 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: n: j8 W* S# m. X+ J' \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, w6 C, J. d8 I% o9 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 k% b8 U6 w# ]( d' Y& h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * D+ f. c/ S' D" K
5 h, p% Y7 A6 x9 G# e; DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ h& ]: I5 F. a- O+ z( o' q" M* p+ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% o b9 \7 N8 r5 b/ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 G4 Q) D; |; j5 d, f2 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 s3 X# i. ^% ?. u0 k; q" E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ C; |8 T: t4 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 g9 E r- x; x4 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 `2 @) z q- @, q RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ N5 {' ?4 D! p5 e) V( y1 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# Z+ L, g5 t) B. \How you suffered for you sanity,
& j, G0 v. v6 E6 [: i9 G C& JHow you tried to set them free, - `; y0 v/ C* P
They would not listen they're not listening still, F5 X9 |" {2 J0 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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