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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; N& g( T+ x: W' C- a, K, j: DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' \# `. a( a6 q/ r ~2 a- i& L9 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Z8 P# l0 g2 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * E& b0 S( W' O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V7 n1 v2 h" G1 w: E9 `How you suffered for you sanity,
1 m/ T* i: S" [2 O0 o# nHow you tried to set them free, , Z. n: x3 S# }, N+ A( b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ B1 _/ \! X. r8 `; B4 P7 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # e0 a# u. [; O9 t5 n9 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) k) }# G2 I# j) a i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( g3 G* v4 T; zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- _1 k7 x4 k' Q: A4 z' WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 F3 @1 Y* k/ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . K0 g7 k5 F2 k0 p! b5 |0 N V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. E6 s; ~3 I$ S9 A+ F# dBut I could have told you, Vincent, U7 Y ~, m. e0 I. G0 e. s( v4 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 `/ ^5 q5 e. s' o; N: `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ^5 k; A3 W* jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 U$ Z9 W. i8 B* n3 M7 q; b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ]; r3 R* K) h+ q9 I5 C6 L
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,
+ q4 X0 } u m/ h" `How you suffered for you sanity,
1 U3 \$ C/ B2 y! p+ aHow you tried to set them free,
+ r8 H- j8 O% l! pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 G8 A4 C, `- e# d4 T, U# qPerhaps they never will. |
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