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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. D3 b; T: |; L$ y) Y2 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , G2 ]- M6 E _- Z; a& f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ N3 p4 y1 [" S* uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 a+ B- `9 T) ?' y7 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 O' [4 m7 [, w# @% _How you suffered for you sanity,
8 I. B, S u6 X+ S" L% nHow you tried to set them free,
3 R; `- j( _; D7 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) S1 T9 P% A% pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# P6 q1 t; `% I# KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! J7 b& ]. S/ d5 \" @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 t6 x: E2 C# L& H4 JWeathered 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,
$ I+ o: B) l; P! r2 K- t" J# QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. _& r/ l }" Y2 t+ v6 @1 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( r0 U4 E+ ~( u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 S6 v; I( d- x4 p/ M& ^! c9 P" WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! v U1 ?# v& l s4 Y0 \% `) x& W6 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; P4 d* z7 R- M- k! ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# G( I4 Z; r6 q7 \ |4 P# y3 s' aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 t0 f$ X" m' X; t! `# S# h8 oThe 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, 5 d+ c3 |( C5 S- V0 Q, {
How you suffered for you sanity,% F% C5 R, e) \0 D& s& X
How you tried to set them free,
5 m+ _( ^1 N! h5 _9 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, , X8 @9 x- }& d, B
Perhaps they never will. |
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