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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
y6 c! _$ R! g/ {3 g2 |# JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ z- d' y+ t7 x5 ]+ ~3 N" X4 O4 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 \' i2 o" W; O/ g$ j1 C8 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 j$ G; k3 r/ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ J, y: u z7 m3 mHow you suffered for you sanity, $ A/ Q' V! f' E: z1 m) A
How you tried to set them free, . e3 k! f- k& }2 ]# P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " u. N; O# m" t3 |' m% {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* o8 Y. Y% i' p0 s. [, W) R3 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- z, ?2 k, B/ I3 ^" r% BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 k" Q# @- y3 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* s" T# E3 Q( d* k5 P& C- HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 k. s$ ^2 W& a3 U) _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) f! i5 D) z7 N$ n: U: MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 y3 }# Z9 D# s# W4 K5 q. r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" g, U" |* P4 e0 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# H/ K; x) J W' o& ^1 C4 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 z! m% B% o6 e* s5 @
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, ! P: y6 l& v7 G# R6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,. [( D/ J% |$ [" u. [( Z* {
How you tried to set them free,
% T1 q) p/ B; Y" K4 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, , m5 T/ l6 L$ h
Perhaps they never will. |
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