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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) x& {& c$ M& c( `+ Y2 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; P/ c) ]# T( X) f DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 u- `3 p7 Z& a, J! } Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , d7 \; j, _( y2 m% { D3 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 W/ G$ f0 r4 H6 K8 u! Z0 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
( _+ h$ ?1 S6 Y1 U7 @How you tried to set them free, ! _7 I' q2 \1 F& w( j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 W+ R$ h5 w4 b: L1 m( K* g( J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
?6 U; J4 h; w, w/ p7 x" s/ h% z. xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 R3 n! W- D* q# S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % q- r( W/ H' M, M D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! \ s* c3 O/ ], \" R9 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 a7 R- a [0 t& X- i9 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 `- w# A3 s' c- N- h7 k' ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h4 V. E! ]' W* rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- E" x" w1 ?- ?; D6 q# B# J- RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 O3 n2 j3 U2 V5 P: |5 d2 a8 B& ?( ?, F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 c; y& G, t/ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 I6 K( P/ e- L, ] iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. A8 o; h4 \! `( _4 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Y0 @0 q0 g* D
- @8 Y! a. k: V/ ]+ E4 i4 D0 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ]% I7 J$ y: ?5 [" u3 U; ^' C, U, gHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 {3 B9 c( x M' ^, I2 [0 |How you tried to set them free,
# A" Z7 ~' T0 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# X; F1 y, `+ c+ o, C2 ^* s! ]$ ^Perhaps they never will. |
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