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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 K7 v( f; j+ ?' y1 Y( O3 Q5 a3 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ]7 y1 i7 o* l! DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 }( n; H* _, S$ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 X8 J% \/ D# m+ u# m6 f" T7 r! V% aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ L9 W& A, l4 _/ Z. }How you suffered for you sanity,
. I* Z) V& Z7 Y( pHow you tried to set them free,
, B% _" v9 K: c9 v2 Q8 g0 K* @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 f* H; Z% d1 \& c; sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& b' y7 d8 R( o6 C- ]2 k- TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + v' s3 w2 {; n6 W1 f" S d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + y: ?) S& r/ l l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 W L2 g5 U* h! AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : }% P- G7 x) m0 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! B9 |5 z( j& b+ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 x! g1 r( K+ O T' ~But I could have told you, Vincent, ) H5 s8 V) a# i1 c4 x' @/ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 f+ o' P4 t: e5 B' I$ d! jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ r5 A; `$ l& L7 d/ [; VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 ]/ S1 o1 S R6 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ _4 J4 g; j1 V: b/ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; d5 O3 g( H" P, C6 ~; z( u8 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( c) e, P n1 b0 U7 Q' @
How you suffered for you sanity,: j! @2 w* e6 }2 @+ X6 h t. J
How you tried to set them free,
( b. I3 s4 e! `( TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: b- l" k" f( \7 a7 FPerhaps they never will. |
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