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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ]' J) ^) x: V/ X0 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" Y! m' Y( u- l5 }3 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& f- x# |+ i/ Y; Y6 h6 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: m2 t6 M2 b/ ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- v' v# M" Z( B! q; C6 d; kHow you suffered for you sanity, ) r$ S' n+ Y8 M# i; r _
How you tried to set them free,
1 j* W6 `. p! HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * f# A2 W- [' V; [0 L) u/ u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 k) D" E7 ?% n& W3 @: wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 c* V- @9 X0 ?" T7 T+ U3 v. QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t8 S/ |5 C/ J) P rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . J0 B5 N' n! |" v, F
1 w! t" {' m5 k' HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: u" o* T+ H- f/ DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 q$ ~ y+ V* x* H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L9 ?6 N; ?) L' Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, . `: q3 @2 `% w& o6 E9 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 P& ^5 S5 E3 a b# C# Z4 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" y3 } E4 _/ p5 j3 f; ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ @: o7 ?. ~- u! F: uThe 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,
0 x# @# P$ J! c0 r2 v; n' h$ v! ]How you suffered for you sanity,
* Z! x. F, e/ f& g- O* kHow you tried to set them free,
L# }" Q) k+ H9 c* c+ ~9 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; E8 @; S, v2 K) `: d: c- Z5 kPerhaps they never will. |
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