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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: e% S2 P, E( \3 A1 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( _' Y: ^# W* N0 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _6 t" a" q. L4 S) A; p$ J: wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( C# b0 K( P0 l; X6 @2 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# i3 b! m9 a4 u8 H
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 V; m, ~6 t4 i& M7 m
How you tried to set them free, 2 I' x" |8 G* L' H0 S5 {; t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 P! [0 i5 }/ H- @- J" eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* n8 _( G/ K0 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ?. b# N/ X' V! V8 z, W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# G. R+ P2 D, l( w" Z, c1 DWeathered 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,
) b% a" j; b) T. U) J. KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : m( J/ d* L1 O" m' A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) {2 U" G. i p0 f f; {1 @But I could have told you, Vincent, ! W7 |; ^# q! J `( I1 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 E+ L7 f: H5 ^- l7 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' f" H! d2 V2 m7 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . }+ P9 ]8 K1 l5 o5 p4 l( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : e" ~! i$ i6 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! l8 f: I1 b; I; y
) P* X: N) X O4 b3 A. [; uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * H; K( I. {5 W# u- J5 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
. `9 ^1 ?; I# z$ ~How you tried to set them free, . f$ ]9 s) ~! e: R1 Y8 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 |# o! E$ w% g7 z5 A/ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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