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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& N% W: [9 Z, [1 i* `+ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - z# a. q0 l! k" }" |+ L' c9 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* d% _+ z) m* k4 }3 @! F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! }- S* T6 M" w7 z6 }. xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 {3 p+ a2 C' Y- M j
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 ~1 R" x3 |9 h: @
How you tried to set them free,
6 t t$ G( f9 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * J- ?, M# E, c' l: R" ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" O# ~6 f8 x; d' M! W: KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' }5 o/ [# `8 K/ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 P) R6 ~; w3 U# J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 J. Y/ U; W) }5 d2 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 z$ L l& A* x9 z i1 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! y3 I" K9 k- \8 s. R+ y" s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 R. `- W0 A" g! H) R, V; g/ L" K6 xBut I could have told you, Vincent, / r' |: }+ ?: O3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - f3 Q3 [# d6 h' E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + P/ {) x* c f6 y7 z( @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; K6 I: O- l: q. m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# h) r# k) X' u/ g FThe 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,
, H7 j1 }. l! e" X( _3 VHow you suffered for you sanity,1 N9 P* F( e& H% F
How you tried to set them free, : e" T& {4 t n. I! {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 o7 B- b' G* e u. |
Perhaps they never will. |
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