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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 M& C6 [/ N8 l+ NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 U" G2 y6 T5 p* ]! s' S9 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Z% M% x' u$ Y- t0 c/ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & m9 A" n) Y0 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( @' Y6 c; x' J* q
How you suffered for you sanity,
( S+ b7 |0 K1 T, h; ^How you tried to set them free,
$ n& W* M5 ]3 ^5 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + C/ ?: E; }6 j( Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 G( L) s0 R. I! R5 d; n1 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 u& ^3 ^, z; c, O! J5 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 o0 Y1 H4 D3 `" S
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,
+ P" Z0 c {* s- E0 x/ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* v" L0 G; q4 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' l a; y* A# k/ R8 ], Z2 \- e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. N8 v& p0 h' [% k# t) {" GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, p* S- j( U2 @1 `- ?( ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 w" K8 ]5 k' u3 q/ F8 c' {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 |" R8 H$ s- h" F5 I/ w" Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , x/ C& p7 Y" d$ |6 |: J; `
3 |: W% }& F$ v6 n. ^- T8 }7 _ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 r) H( q5 n7 ]; ?9 a5 \: i; hHow you suffered for you sanity,
W8 a: a6 X# F0 AHow you tried to set them free,
9 N2 T5 L) N# o' \5 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 l/ h6 p7 y; [% i
Perhaps they never will. |
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