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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! v$ [$ Y' K! d) g# O/ \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ?4 F3 N- G+ z K2 ~# Y7 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& n$ s( z8 Z. D! }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 A0 _5 ]: r7 T l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 n n p- A9 \How you suffered for you sanity, . [+ j8 X; B0 T, M/ K; d( f9 |; Z
How you tried to set them free, % Q! J" K: `; d% Y; K d* m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 l, l3 S: O" d$ v2 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! w- U/ Q6 L: k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 k4 f R; `- r T V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! y1 e" a6 |' j9 t# y& J0 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 E( i, Z* P" Y' y; i- v; b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 |7 P+ ^( T1 U. X% d. UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 G' \4 Y5 a9 N4 X& C ~' \; j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! M* Z+ K4 }7 Y; l; r
But I could have told you, Vincent, # q1 h; z. I6 r# I. }% z$ j2 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: G2 r" q6 y! X' ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 b+ |( L) e9 H% k% [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* D/ o2 q/ g x4 u; l1 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! g/ z- r4 y8 [: L8 t$ G5 V; mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + U+ ^8 i0 p; ^9 @7 h! O0 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Y6 Z0 T3 ?- z. JHow you tried to set them free, 0 G. J" x* S* w' d6 ~6 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 J9 [6 K# L& W2 h0 zPerhaps they never will. |
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