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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ?$ W. X+ f8 G. A: q' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 X" s) w- b4 S7 E/ h6 i: Z1 s. UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) G% _' _3 I+ d, I, J- GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 h9 P' u/ ~9 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 o1 N: {; v9 m; U8 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
r1 X, W6 I% ^) c# K, u% q/ p7 mHow you tried to set them free, " h# o7 u6 U3 T8 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % R# ~9 H$ N- z n# S3 {6 O4 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 R8 y7 \9 P1 _& qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Z$ m m5 h# w+ T) D+ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 [& k3 a2 n$ d4 I: s( Z; |
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,
" F* n4 f( F2 ?' r8 q. l* AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 s& A% ]2 X6 e* a1 g( V$ q" [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 W# E* O8 b+ E' l" MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% U( A9 G; }1 R6 b2 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 O' S: S# q: J. F ~: }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: `" e" {3 G* i3 Q. X( |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! H2 h) n& N) Y4 M7 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 N4 j# y+ c' `' F( u& @& T) a2 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, ]- m& j2 m& F5 t7 I4 bHow you suffered for you sanity,( G3 x! R9 j8 `) N+ ]+ I
How you tried to set them free, 9 C( d. N6 P8 I5 R: Z5 R) a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 |& v/ z# g9 o7 ]" x
Perhaps they never will. |
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