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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ?. E: Y3 j Y/ S- m vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ N ]% F6 J, M P% q: B4 D, jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- f E$ \! ?4 C0 |- a7 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( E% A# P7 D- v3 _* `) R; R2 Q! t6 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 p2 y! L, i: J0 X; q4 M* n% C
How you suffered for you sanity,
" X% Q+ S- Q5 I- J2 yHow you tried to set them free, 2 O. g4 _$ L( m8 |. ?* N1 N) t' u5 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, R$ z X" x" Z% ^' b8 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 |/ q% `/ L& s# i) wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 }, z5 L( Z' Y; m9 C1 Y4 R& D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ~( Q! k2 P% M2 q4 K, D, t6 wWeathered 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,
5 n/ C; k( b% LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 _+ b0 W4 k5 g: z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! D5 K, p3 k4 _ @* |% MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, [; D- }9 T3 E, x* [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . [+ X8 R2 w, b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 S, |5 Y/ P; k! s; l( V, mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [1 _- `5 Q0 ? d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- s% w" X" T8 e' MThe 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,
' a9 y% z# n* T) x1 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
; N% q/ P4 H, n5 ~How you tried to set them free,
! ^$ i) j. ^- ^6 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 W+ U/ Q+ T) H: X' C' I3 YPerhaps they never will. |
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