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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 p! D& F! }! X& G/ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, h, m5 ~" n- `* g/ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 u0 ?0 H4 \# e! ~1 P+ F: ]9 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) }, L5 W, ?7 q( o6 U0 l% X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ?$ M* d% _0 \4 Z qHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 l; u' `5 u9 N# y$ @
How you tried to set them free, 0 w8 m6 a* {- O* l2 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& t1 R# D6 F- T) BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 l5 v" h9 s) M7 P9 {( _5 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + `- F. D, Y: l4 m7 D" }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ` |! _1 M$ aWeathered 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,
3 j1 Y7 u4 c- SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) A6 h- X8 k. A/ ]+ k# Q& e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : g5 z2 v; S E& g% j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( L- R! {; u1 [/ g8 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
N( l1 B* ~: [) E1 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 ?: F8 j) ?. }% v/ c/ S1 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 \# u. w6 t" U, IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) z) H. G1 j2 j0 O& u) u+ x$ j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + }, V" ?) l2 _" y; ^
How you suffered for you sanity,: Z2 W7 w" u; n |% d
How you tried to set them free,
$ m4 E2 L$ i% u' h! tThey would not listen they're not listening still, / y3 K5 j% f2 ~. J: y1 F# y
Perhaps they never will. |
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