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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- j; s$ G( z& u7 ]% m/ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* T) o" b, W5 R, c$ _; K" XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ~) p& t( R& Y y& LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% _5 `4 w6 r4 E6 Z# QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: a6 j% ~7 ~" \# YHow you suffered for you sanity, ( S4 `4 `$ Q7 l1 x
How you tried to set them free, 7 r+ V6 j }* E7 m+ Q+ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 j; X ^! z4 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; r& H$ v- F0 A2 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ j& [8 X; a# |& s AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - w1 k3 k* r/ H2 |2 y' W3 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) v7 U4 S) k% m% ]2 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ p5 p7 g/ _' r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ O! y% d( {; t. i- iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 ]4 J" l* }- j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 ?) r7 {* _% C p0 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' c/ P1 I' b2 l# y; `$ C: d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; y& ?7 K" t% ?; ~, s+ @5 V' ~5 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; V2 C7 s' ~2 z( L. ~, ?' Y* s: ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* `1 F3 x8 ^8 w8 `" gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' @$ j' B2 z. X- e2 z" i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
I2 ?6 Y J! M9 J+ MHow you suffered for you sanity,6 w0 k' e; o& O
How you tried to set them free, 8 V) r* {0 t" p& n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. a F ^( I; @: r/ _4 L( E: q# wPerhaps they never will. |
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