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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 G5 x0 a- r! R1 W9 f( r) `9 N; vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 S/ A( F& g; _/ C E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% S4 f4 m5 K8 x' UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' f+ z# x( X5 ^* c8 a7 M$ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! n2 V1 H% G( v) X/ a% G# }0 g8 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z) c' A7 Z: n- S% P3 K6 ^: x* P NHow you tried to set them free,
# y! \' k( E) ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ^, ^6 a7 H( W) K: k. EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 q6 a( K5 R* b' LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* l$ h" y9 M8 m1 m" w) ~ Z& F& EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 q3 J! k- S/ ~0 B6 ], A4 D2 K6 rWeathered 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,
3 }# Z8 J4 `/ B- IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ d1 u9 b5 R- n2 q4 U) W) X: ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 A+ J _, J z0 ~- g5 z3 A+ yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ X/ p! ]" ]8 v+ Y* G6 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' O" a. m* C2 G! ?8 r. ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 D: Z' k0 H- ]% ^% mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , B) b z& b6 x( v! y$ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! j5 {, ?* l" B5 @; vThe 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,
1 w) V. r, l! t2 [3 f4 C% p0 o7 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
, o+ Y* g6 v6 |How you tried to set them free,
' u9 ~# E# _4 z. Z1 ~* a( WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! w1 L& X/ w0 V2 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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