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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' K r7 I: g% s- e/ q' h( @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ S0 G _$ e0 P8 v3 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, _; s, B! l% T/ x9 e" u% T' y# ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * _8 R: S5 F1 `0 Y" I' r( ~, m: n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; b% [, p( \' K& k/ _How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Z; O6 J" n5 y% L: d6 k" f$ g$ L4 }How you tried to set them free,
7 F, H- ^ G3 e, E. P1 d K* d$ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; u9 |. p% X0 D2 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 C# M7 g( R- o t; o! SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # q9 v' C& `1 u. |6 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: j1 _ r9 B$ C% b$ Y5 uWeathered 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,
5 P- x- V# v7 V5 W- G* J; f% q0 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; u" p) A* W! x8 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & E' \" V3 p2 d7 O; r0 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; O+ t R& D( M$ |, q5 H; }. Z2 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * `* w' U0 \( n& c* S! o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Z! S. }' r! w3 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 |5 N% C2 E' W' O* K: x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " A0 I0 M* V" L9 I3 H. ^; f) V
The 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, ) u$ k/ \ L: Q% i7 c. h) q
How you suffered for you sanity,$ [% ]. H, {/ x
How you tried to set them free, & x" ?* X+ x' d: C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# G! M! c1 V+ \5 RPerhaps they never will. |
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