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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 n( Z6 c) n5 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : q; p' b3 p9 U$ P! M+ L! z3 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: w( D5 f4 p* l) S3 u. V: R% [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. K3 p# V! b; |3 `, X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 B/ X& H2 R( U5 G! E7 }# P7 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
( w, A3 m, H0 y5 X& U1 UHow you tried to set them free,
& s& i- ^4 [ Y2 l" fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # k' L: _" {" a& m: b- n+ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ H0 ^8 Q4 ?$ K4 }6 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 I! n: V3 K, ]. Z" i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 C3 P! }8 ^: Y! V4 n" F6 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + F* E) C/ g0 G+ }( O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * f$ G& K4 @9 u! ~$ o+ _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; @: w# v. q4 ]4 i: @# K6 a; w3 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) [+ i: o' ?* F+ a! [1 a* n7 g
But I could have told you, Vincent, " g7 r4 v2 l8 q( s: w' j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 J- a2 h9 D* o( A( Y$ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 a1 b* i5 q7 u8 |; f D% B) k" xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. Z- o/ q, Q. x) D5 v( l, ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 |0 U9 ]2 x4 | C. F( s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- U `( t" k( _ YHow you suffered for you sanity,
, a+ ?3 {) x& d4 OHow you tried to set them free, ! m7 l7 r$ K. P. I* [8 T1 n7 K: x
They would not listen they're not listening still, # `1 Z: P7 @( H3 d# Z( u
Perhaps they never will. |
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