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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# |) K7 H! i( K: \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : U, f0 E; ?* s( u4 F% ]$ B$ @- x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 P$ P" r1 [8 H2 P0 x" NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! P3 M+ u7 ^# p. h3 ^5 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 u$ D4 |; {% }
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 F5 }. k- I9 S: KHow you tried to set them free, ( F* t$ a3 Z0 |5 f5 r: V6 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 q; G7 y0 Q- M5 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / G' m* e! r4 }" o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- u$ _+ s/ g' R( VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ]0 O# m j7 s- f' D' z$ K/ UWeathered 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,
9 K; S3 a" T( r. B9 ~4 Z& OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ s2 Q2 M6 e& g; bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. [; @; T% b! _6 M9 {; ?8 f' v$ aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 W( ]5 Z8 I* X% c' K" tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; T6 E1 ~; Z" [+ J3 t: gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 L& _7 E) R* OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # t: G4 h- d1 T1 n% f: l0 b, L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 d$ m" n$ B7 c7 S' C8 ?
( P% @" w; g7 a& ]6 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& {0 L/ @, A- g8 U! x& B# H% i/ r3 R8 THow you suffered for you sanity,
5 _: y& a. C2 mHow you tried to set them free,
- z# a: |& y$ n% n. xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! r3 o- g7 t4 k8 B+ ZPerhaps they never will. |
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