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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / i' p- w2 P5 T; f" P- ^# g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 F8 V! k/ O( l1 w! b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; u& t9 a$ H% Z4 h# T1 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ]/ e. B: j* V; d8 v- C3 S. g1 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* C) X! s G% U0 ~1 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 `+ ^' C, i" s) ]+ n0 tHow you tried to set them free,
3 U) m6 E: n/ m7 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: f3 q f7 n6 P- QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 e( S2 {0 K: w f- RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 I0 a- ~# R, [5 e* |+ [5 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Z7 `2 P8 \0 qWeathered 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,
* H3 j& {- f( \. N5 F# u; WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: _* o, h' m- i) IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& } A8 Y; X5 f+ SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( T$ e- K: l3 z+ e2 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 p# o7 i/ H" c" I; L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 g( N# ^3 G" p/ N n* P ?5 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 p- o* R2 O3 v2 w4 I" N; j; N( z6 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z4 \; k3 C# T3 s7 e/ v: P' z
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, 5 H7 R s1 l/ F% I% g# I
How you suffered for you sanity,) f4 C3 O% e) C% c j
How you tried to set them free, 1 S( y, p! v$ c |
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ u+ h' C1 Y& M9 D+ T
Perhaps they never will. |
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