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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( \4 |/ Q+ e) H+ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. v1 o/ c. e& q' m' r4 |9 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ?$ P9 X6 {9 l6 p0 |! U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) v+ x$ F' M4 J+ b. k% _' i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
m5 d1 t0 t3 Q1 BHow you suffered for you sanity, & ]# b: q- a" o4 p! M0 A8 r
How you tried to set them free,
) H r9 U) a- ^+ z2 U9 i2 B! q/ O8 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 z$ ?8 c* S/ J8 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
A0 B& Q( H, aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ \- F$ ]8 @+ n! P6 y6 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 [( |) S) o: G; g2 l& HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. U9 E: N6 w, G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 R$ V9 j% O% r2 i' _% l2 F/ r% O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 R8 W; y P N1 I0 B, l" U; z7 G4 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 D+ j0 ^4 a( K- W) [But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ^6 f. s9 \9 T0 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! _, D( i$ y) k" z3 R. k3 x- G7 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 f$ h. g8 Y) h. Z0 j$ N. TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% m7 j0 l3 B3 w4 r8 w5 \" QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, i+ E: y) C( Q! sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, J) L% r8 p% ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 T2 e- z, U7 O. C9 p! P% Z/ QHow you suffered for you sanity,0 i: B. c3 o a; n
How you tried to set them free,
2 ]" P( s: X7 @6 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 T8 y/ ^5 g; y& h1 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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