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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 ^/ W$ Y# Z Y1 V. x" Y0 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' |; ]0 S6 e0 o5 c' ~2 u. Q! q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, u2 e6 j4 H( s. H eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, X3 n, N( b* n+ B% jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) p7 b8 S9 f/ O4 z
How you suffered for you sanity, ( m8 J2 R( A% ~, }! T$ ]$ Y5 W
How you tried to set them free,
* X6 ?7 N' I& k& P& y3 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 p" O8 Z* x' L: H# C1 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 F3 q- Q0 L% H' x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G. f4 t4 b& N9 |% N4 h3 Y0 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t0 E4 ~6 o0 i3 H+ gWeathered 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,
; v7 E; r3 {" |1 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . z9 [( K8 E7 E5 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, [3 G" Y3 w* h0 f9 _+ B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 y* \& e; D' h8 o: H( {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # `+ _2 A4 h" i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 T3 G2 h8 f- v, O% T" B9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 L4 G) h1 P1 ^1 D# r$ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 K4 X; T/ S: I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) b2 W' m# k$ X
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 @3 h; u. t6 FHow you tried to set them free, 5 p% I; c* ]; n' A$ E. O! n+ Y9 ~, N
They would not listen they're not listening still, - |/ k u% w5 a3 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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