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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ n' K8 B' t( _, b: U; bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 O$ _5 K2 D$ E! DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N& Y; {% t# v4 j( b, {7 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 i+ b2 i# P* A1 j% x qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 A7 Q& N% K: Y
How you suffered for you sanity, , ~. x6 ?6 @; Q5 {; A! D) s( T
How you tried to set them free, * o! a: _9 Q4 R7 f& o9 H) C: u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Y8 x7 f+ W m# g I: Y I- V1 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : c: g7 G1 [% {1 p4 [4 ?$ e- X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Q# l. m1 O, ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 F; }2 Z9 h9 q1 {% wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% y2 w- o- a+ d, g. q, BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 K+ X3 |2 ]9 p2 g4 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 H& t' F. x/ X R' T6 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ^* z) {8 r8 Z; k% V& \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 F( O. b' S- eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- M, [5 C# J B# s0 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. l4 D& h3 [, S5 L1 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 @4 T1 X/ {7 m! U( WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& M" r7 k5 [, P# x. tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , }' y6 O; Q8 w4 b, R
/ c0 m; V' m6 o4 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* \) E3 l( b7 c/ }, JHow you suffered for you sanity,
- M1 A* a/ u: e$ |" oHow you tried to set them free, 8 e" Q% x# e9 C; c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 J. h% ]! ]: e
Perhaps they never will. |
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