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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
f, N/ z% J( m+ h* tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 |6 p. J. X: m3 f$ x$ |, a- {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) j l$ a3 e n- `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
k4 Q! ~ _8 m6 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 d. r2 E/ c1 [% \" |How you suffered for you sanity,
( Z$ D$ C( ]* t+ [5 c% ?( ~How you tried to set them free,
+ u; k0 _: b, d9 X5 F- K: L xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) m0 d, \' d# @& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! [+ ]5 ?4 g0 Y4 R+ w7 h4 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 d) [/ e) h+ o" h9 s' u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * w6 O8 R2 c' K' V) e$ l) u/ `
Weathered 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,
( M1 X! h8 Z" ?4 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 E/ A0 K* _3 G' zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ]! M9 U! m3 l: m) i0 J* l
But I could have told you, Vincent, - d. r% g+ v& _) e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, f' V) w& W+ xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ p% u% Y1 D) J' @& o0 z" _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 \7 Q: L8 m; m" a0 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + {7 n/ V9 k+ `% U5 I+ m. h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / u9 n; _6 O2 k- p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* }) C' R+ k) I. XHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 G# p/ V! T d& H0 `6 ^How you tried to set them free,
' X1 x' V0 K' Y& eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
D; v3 {+ T6 d% h$ o. vPerhaps they never will. |
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