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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ I* C1 u3 W# `6 D' N9 h3 t8 V0 J# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 I! w1 m8 F4 S+ f2 q+ E' e% j eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( u0 ^+ [* b& ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, o- z' ~5 Q- {3 A BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 G; t9 b7 W. _9 p! P# l$ \How you suffered for you sanity, + s. p- t4 [3 C9 m; E
How you tried to set them free, # R1 k/ \2 v" v# S& {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) a* U) ~. @. e# k& F W$ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: ^/ k3 f3 y$ c( k2 }$ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ z4 N% X$ x0 ~! U5 X; n1 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 Z% [7 m, ^( r% m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 e6 X! W; q& M. S$ jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 t8 q- a0 S4 A. v7 R" m, k- ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 [' M3 o& A) r3 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) u- _0 Q/ k, Q3 O- x3 `- w5 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 e% u2 t- n6 v6 n3 R4 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" }/ x ]* W& K4 i& RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 V S, T$ K# @% D6 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 _- C: v+ P& X2 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 S; _, n8 r% V% c9 [
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,
' K6 ^! F6 M6 }% \9 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
* T. @7 x$ Q& _ F* P( Q$ E, KHow you tried to set them free, 6 I; M7 n, ]; v! `2 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, / Q% [' L6 b: U) } w4 I/ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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