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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ |$ N# E$ s% P( l0 b( ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * A ~7 Y: i& S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
E* N. q3 ^; i6 U: PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 _4 h0 {1 ]1 l# B6 a6 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( c- {0 R5 N: S9 q) xHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 u! d( I1 D: c t8 v/ q% E6 K I
How you tried to set them free,
5 r) [% Q- U! t4 @' yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ `* ]2 g8 e! U8 r) @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ^9 X) I* D9 T5 g8 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; k2 ^, |0 b: m6 E5 I7 E' v* MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 v7 Y! w6 ]4 W9 ^2 e) d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! n" x# L, s8 |1 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, \# V& X! Q8 G! b* qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & ~: w& b' U9 ]5 g( ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Z) X, D+ w+ ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ c" r, N' L: U1 t" f# lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% A0 o2 ~1 k) P- {( [# LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! s5 Z# |. s+ X5 \. H: |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) d' }, n* H0 p
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,
' N8 W% p2 ]5 R; [How you suffered for you sanity," R% i# j: g+ V; j! Q4 S8 @
How you tried to set them free, # I9 `4 d: T# {: V9 ]0 }: m2 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 A1 Q! O! u, Y2 t: CPerhaps they never will. |
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