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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" _( g2 s( p) F! I1 c0 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ o9 X1 A+ I1 K4 H% ^, }# oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. O; S3 W0 H' ^( b9 [6 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " T% n+ z4 `4 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 _9 P4 L u8 j F8 r; ~( yHow you suffered for you sanity, / t P% I" I6 E/ K& p* A
How you tried to set them free, * K( z U' K2 `1 Y" f6 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 m0 { ~& }0 N+ |9 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ?' F. O8 \* {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 W6 X9 ]: g8 v0 ~5 H; ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( G. H. E J& M- g% Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; R) }+ u! L9 _; ?7 C- h: \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* x$ e! j4 _( G/ Y; j; i* F4 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( W1 f1 {( i/ [$ P5 F6 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 @0 U u# ?# g; i7 N7 J2 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: m& u4 T$ z8 @% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @: a V+ A7 e7 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 @9 r: ]& U0 M g7 X1 |, R+ f4 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Y6 `; a1 F% o. {1 V( KThe 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, ! V/ d7 h' B% m
How you suffered for you sanity,- h$ D0 e% e" b* Q, g
How you tried to set them free, " o: i0 A- s5 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, # r& n0 F3 I3 x( `6 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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