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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b4 ? k [+ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 N( j& D) e) f9 i x1 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ H& F" s6 j, M/ }& HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 u0 e% s5 Y- v' l, a/ I' A x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ u$ e L' u% kHow you suffered for you sanity, % l# D8 M. q$ l0 v# I6 s$ J; k! C( \
How you tried to set them free, ( Q( [# t: M0 G3 j7 O- c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 S# H: K+ w$ |5 A- }% p& y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & E4 p& E( ^1 S3 u+ H" r4 y# {/ h2 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . Z7 j! L. D5 s# l, G' ]2 {# T; y4 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; m% A% @- t. z) N/ d9 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 r$ }7 D3 }8 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 x* q& X# Z! D( TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* w# `: s6 g* _9 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 x. X2 Y) M2 S/ d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, c2 c! R. k5 m9 e! r! sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % h, O0 h7 ^( {/ \% O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 f6 i- W3 Y; r; ]) i2 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( z+ F. Z/ u9 j" E- l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 |) M6 [* k/ n+ NThe 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, + X* b0 @& d4 S5 {9 J/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 a( q& `" F( O/ w$ C5 iHow you tried to set them free,
0 m' o V" ?- w. d' x" E1 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 \) I: X1 O8 v0 f4 d: e7 jPerhaps they never will. |
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