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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ^/ Q7 l/ @! }% \; w; \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 _4 \! y7 G- W" s! uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; u! h* n- H; ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) n+ T& z- |+ J. g B W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 P6 Z3 L8 R" c# u+ Y1 [" X O
How you suffered for you sanity, / `" w3 b/ m' e& _8 A4 K; ]
How you tried to set them free,
& q2 g9 {, T9 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 _& X7 ~, U" G, ]) P$ NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " U9 P. V. H- ^# H \/ z. V* Z A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- \; [+ @6 e* O& i) A7 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. F( H: ^2 l, d$ x) F- IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ y4 |+ K# ]5 T2 i' i5 K, F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ~' n* T, C% j# u u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : w: r9 F3 X4 H" ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' i/ v5 r; \0 n& b# OBut I could have told you, Vincent, . z) |5 M! n& l8 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / |6 v4 W3 f: {, ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 E- C; d. C( y( n/ ~' r0 L6 H' nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 z% J) j+ @ ^- K# E- n8 Q" MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: } Z( j% R9 ~% l9 |0 M& lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 {7 `- n/ I! T) }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . S0 o h8 j/ {' o4 w: o: S+ `7 I2 B
How you suffered for you sanity,- [0 E- N8 E+ N$ X6 {8 j+ f, A- g
How you tried to set them free,
4 M) ? i) w: v: F3 p* _+ \5 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, - |* y( ?3 o2 z: @; k
Perhaps they never will. |
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