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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 G( U: V; V$ q7 R3 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # N" F" L6 V- T+ G8 b @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 X* C* W0 K& }8 ^, h1 G& KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 W! L2 A& N! ]# W( Y4 D: J! NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 T# {( B8 ?9 F: W0 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ], ?* {9 x- w; G0 XHow you tried to set them free,
, m# g/ @1 @" QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) r" c+ S2 G) o- W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 U: V& p$ g, \( v4 M$ L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' m- V5 O3 R' o( L! q' }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 U" y" T2 N2 B
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,
' l; v1 ~, C7 t4 j# t5 Z- q' \+ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % L0 Q( v2 W2 H ]) i; Q: i3 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * w2 w1 _8 K9 R( M$ A# R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( z% I; v/ P/ Z* P. F, gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 C" P8 I/ B. D8 C9 T e( ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 m! `: Z T4 A7 r: O4 `8 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( M+ h$ M5 }* Y7 R% c$ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) E2 n d. s; ^# \+ V8 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' z+ f% o5 Q" g& w3 `, @) t; }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : v& s5 U$ \- F/ J3 L# _8 u
How you suffered for you sanity,6 X0 i6 r1 ]( i6 A! j" J5 q
How you tried to set them free, ' V: w2 C) Z0 k/ f& E9 R+ v
They would not listen they're not listening still, + B+ |! }' ^. _1 W* n( \
Perhaps they never will. |
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