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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( E% y# j( L! K. r9 a6 @; [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 E2 M- R4 A- ^ u/ W% L5 k9 w( y3 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 Y5 H6 s2 q% n* m0 W7 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 O" Q5 }: ~) q6 j. TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ L, R2 s* s, Q3 a5 z' E& L% ?How you suffered for you sanity,
! \ b0 o- H4 [# H# K" b7 A1 b2 ~How you tried to set them free,
1 o |; u- U: [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 Y" x( v; i: t3 p0 k" x8 k( JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : B. d% }( f& [& h! B4 X/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& [/ E5 X5 S. q$ z/ T/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' K, K" b! g/ P9 f2 u# L4 I: X
Weathered 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, - V1 ?- X, a/ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" v& K! L2 t" n5 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 c. E4 p! P* B7 O/ M- s3 C) b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 I. f; }" ~" I( P- {- a8 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 h5 t9 ~! l I% o1 @3 V7 a( }) m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 q4 i j! E+ ~! {; ?& v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. A" f/ t: s& h' `; r( Y5 F- ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. \5 Q" Q- c; R3 u& LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 @* s, `. B3 L( [3 o SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 i z2 M5 L$ i- k5 T9 t# PHow you suffered for you sanity,
, e, G5 D* r* zHow you tried to set them free, , e* z4 X2 Z9 y, m" I" G* N% Y5 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, % |7 \: S" B, x$ q/ c
Perhaps they never will. |
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