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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
\% i* {& f; M' i3 }9 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / L% w0 s( n2 G& c4 G3 I2 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' P! r, Y: f" r6 H4 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! l; D7 ~) g6 p# a# M, G( L# h3 u" vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 r. Y' N3 @1 @1 j k! M3 X
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 E1 s1 V5 ]* g' |( A _! K
How you tried to set them free,
: a; G- @/ T8 g. p& IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 e' o: e: L9 U( K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 |- L' J$ J( M) t! C CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 f5 j h, r. ?. R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Z8 Z( b2 S9 E7 q( c2 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) G2 I7 n! S% P' Q- u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& Y! ?/ D7 v) j* nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : s( k4 g2 U+ [+ H1 e. J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Z4 j8 B% O. m# v3 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
P, ~$ l! @$ Q- P9 }' d! }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 t. l" G) r* {5 i9 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, I0 ]% P& V2 Z0 A- ~9 f8 t' e3 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" S& r# M m. [, M1 Z1 N5 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
{ _# s2 a( C; _- j, JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ M* g- C# X) |0 L+ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . b: }6 v8 v9 H3 v
How you suffered for you sanity,# q; D- @# j5 P% I/ e! p
How you tried to set them free,
. `$ ]6 i% r0 D1 u. @' |They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 `5 ]8 g [0 J' N. @2 c% m3 [9 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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