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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* h, |- O5 C8 z1 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( g! D% v7 [1 r" u/ W3 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, h j; j& C) fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / \9 P9 Z# w7 @8 F3 c8 t: L5 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. B; `* p: K9 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
& Q6 I( ~- _, b8 ?" M' c& u9 Q' \How you tried to set them free, / c$ s1 r4 T8 P! @3 j, P! Q* _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 |, c E0 d. I. A& u. HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 e( C1 ?; E1 w( JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ^4 O5 \! Y* Q4 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) R* S2 Q* {. c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / W1 s5 s2 `5 C2 y" g$ T9 r5 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: G8 I `2 i% C% y8 j @' x4 M- SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' z- i: A+ e; J/ O2 t. N$ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ K2 ~' u8 @ N. w& D0 _8 }But I could have told you, Vincent, : p5 h) G v$ V9 _' ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 t7 Y4 C3 U( |8 D1 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* w0 R z* f" Q# n3 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 m {& I; K/ j2 e- P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ], a- B. V" O; J1 A& `, l
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,
5 C2 l7 f7 }5 E7 s: ]How you suffered for you sanity,& Z2 i4 n; v7 g% d4 o! {& @, l) B
How you tried to set them free,
1 Q% G2 a5 i9 p8 D7 a8 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' Y0 F1 \8 X a1 v1 f8 u. `& m7 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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