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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ]# l& |+ e& ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }. }$ \, ^. hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 U; A* i8 P' {2 S8 ~- ^2 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ x }) w Q( m" Q* `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 e2 C) f; b# q; ?0 x/ HHow you suffered for you sanity, C* l- g5 D6 y" f0 H% [% c
How you tried to set them free, # M7 R0 ?8 A$ l: S- d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . R7 ^. v7 p& F5 a! j' K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( R W+ D5 _1 e4 y2 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! s4 h" W/ y) ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 G0 I' N" _9 K# }% p8 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \1 {7 M% f5 W r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. n7 x! r* k" EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 O5 Q/ X9 ~/ `4 {# J: @. U. nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Q: a( E/ ?' xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 V( r6 ?: N. v o1 ]; c* f. p7 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; Y; m' p" n( R9 G8 `2 G0 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; k- |1 i& O# ~ \! }4 x% kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ t* D2 h' T1 A. h; yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 @$ C% D& N8 T9 U* U( A; o
- ]* K- U; @' YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 {8 A8 Z; n6 `) Y' U, Q- r
How you suffered for you sanity, n, {' D" s3 b$ J+ |$ y
How you tried to set them free, # t. _1 F2 k7 g# [/ D+ B
They would not listen they're not listening still, , N* C) G$ T! e6 z' `0 y+ e0 v" k
Perhaps they never will. |
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