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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! E; j: W; ]3 ] `# cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( e' z4 _5 b7 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) @) Y8 v. W5 C0 h# L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # j; a2 n& K7 W) U; Z+ ?2 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! L# D! U' y4 F2 b1 X& K3 f. `3 ?+ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
. a) Q! T( t5 b0 e k! SHow you tried to set them free, " v5 `3 K1 u% g' C, S2 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 X4 c) J& R/ N& eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : P, [ Z1 |$ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
P: o( X5 D2 l" M1 N& oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 k3 ^+ Z+ \" N- p9 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * i4 V: A6 m; i% x& R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' {- N/ D4 g% o2 j8 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . u8 s! g3 j" f! ^* s# R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! n, M0 m+ {- X; s X
But I could have told you, Vincent, & r, t: S$ z# y: J% o8 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O4 ^9 @/ E' G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% v) c2 A' _9 _( Y6 N GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ _, s8 `: h) a4 L4 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ n; B" O/ _1 rThe 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,
& }0 ^, g4 A" x R8 S; GHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Q$ Z' F x V- H* }$ F. M9 THow you tried to set them free, 9 R; n f0 ^0 S9 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 K% |1 p5 Z; r$ l" |! i' A0 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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