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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& n. A6 c! Y& o" J0 [- Z4 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 { {- `" n& v; j% M2 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: ~* w s! P" mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% I' f0 \. g' [: C/ |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 I. ~# d) Y- P; T+ Q- B+ @, ?8 H
How you suffered for you sanity, $ o& _" D9 A4 h+ P
How you tried to set them free, 5 q z' a- C5 A; Q% S9 z2 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ T- y- D, j+ X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# T0 i6 P; d% ~4 b4 x: WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , G$ {9 `: ?: Y. @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # h+ s$ L) W" i7 y' B' ?9 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- @ F$ b4 C% l4 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 _* L) q. {0 X; jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ]7 l: b; ^( }4 r- \4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * [: l6 _) _7 I( h8 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, / b0 x7 V( r( _% ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ g' W0 C' H# u, M$ k$ UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 d$ p+ ]/ k! Q5 g% ^& Q3 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* R: e: l9 B9 |# o! P4 i: [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, q% @3 n2 N7 a* H) w
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,
, Z$ [2 J4 g6 B2 Z( SHow you suffered for you sanity,
, I8 R9 ^+ w. P, M: o+ |How you tried to set them free,
6 U3 F/ U+ p9 J6 p# fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 { D( ?: h9 }; ]% L" Q# t3 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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