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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ h# C" T( k @% [# ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . V; ~( [+ o- h, c Q1 O- R0 A5 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 L' ` V. e( j. u8 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / C4 p' L% c; y% K+ q2 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ]5 e6 U$ R3 |6 [+ _8 ~* J
How you suffered for you sanity,
' I1 g3 w4 y9 R! c$ [1 _How you tried to set them free,
+ i4 b2 T9 g) N: [# I1 K OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , Z9 u. g; a* b; f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; e3 e2 \( X3 j; E& }0 y2 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! s7 V6 k( Y4 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 H) ?8 k- M W5 K+ J+ p, f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 V. o: J7 M4 q% [4 a T1 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. {: C2 q2 N# x" vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , p7 R- H6 E) X8 v% y Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . ?8 U% ` K$ x$ X; H
But I could have told you, Vincent, - {& J" T# {8 a. l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 k0 H$ O5 L9 \) Z) K; OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : l! l8 a* t: l/ D$ f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # |6 Y$ L& j1 R8 ]0 {4 I5 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 p/ L/ U, z- V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 V1 q1 o# F8 v6 B- C9 W6 C- LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 k! y. N8 n5 L+ e
How you suffered for you sanity,3 b4 }7 A9 R( T
How you tried to set them free, 2 S$ L$ U% V7 s1 z; r# @9 @. T
They would not listen they're not listening still, & j8 {' D* |) ^* E A/ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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