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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) k5 k# ]& H/ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 E" H; l5 L9 J; }7 [ G3 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% z8 g* s7 m8 G8 M0 p4 {) m z$ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 k. z, k# M. h+ w# p" N# u. f, ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# Z) s7 t; Y& s0 d5 l
How you suffered for you sanity, . v7 L2 i9 I. h6 p @8 q9 O
How you tried to set them free, ! C* S: A( K# P3 c; b8 ?1 p* j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 v5 T( P: D" ^: C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 N5 G6 F4 [) j. |" W1 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 D# a' a4 m e* Z4 L' {5 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : I6 W" V9 h7 O p, S" I
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,
l- [# L( q$ a& }2 m; ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . r* y3 L9 `+ l: i/ f: z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 a* H5 X4 _' m/ WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 _6 l7 h6 D. g% N: H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . { x3 L. Q9 ]) y- `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 M. _! `; P* w" B+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ C9 \. r( l4 s$ b) c8 ]' V( lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. C4 Y9 h7 Z' H* D7 D0 A$ i7 b
% b6 r) O+ O; Y& DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- w/ {4 c$ L. [9 O$ c1 ?, UHow you suffered for you sanity,- J! }2 ~" e. H4 Y
How you tried to set them free, $ [5 l& s8 m, v0 e+ d) w6 v1 U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; S; M3 [$ ~+ _; jPerhaps they never will. |
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