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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 j( n' `. w! L3 p& b8 f+ w( DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 m+ i7 K# d# yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ]- y% s" X4 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ D. r$ h# D, u$ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ o9 C$ k; i, _+ _+ LHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 `4 P* w5 b( T* p# d& J8 V
How you tried to set them free, + F: d0 j- p6 x9 R- b: z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( T% s6 D0 b% uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& z9 T' E$ E; K# t! d1 \+ b: F: S- lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 E0 z H& C P P1 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " l0 U2 A0 ]1 {* o1 `- `
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, ( c1 F/ |6 ?( k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / h2 k0 I7 i- c$ L g0 s& g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% F& f9 s) j+ [+ L M, ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, . w' S& B* i) O) m4 m9 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! W. O3 a/ j9 Y) m f3 }8 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 g3 I3 A2 ]" [. T7 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; }, ?+ c) @: m7 q: B' M: Y1 {7 T$ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 _/ \8 v) |; z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ O' h1 O" O2 Z# ^( B( ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 I, N; [9 r9 k6 T. f( D; j$ {
How you suffered for you sanity,
( c! v4 a3 z, s9 ], qHow you tried to set them free,
9 g8 k3 p7 ~ t# [They would not listen they're not listening still,
, f3 t0 w! w3 |: \3 B9 B3 }Perhaps they never will. |
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