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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# T s; R$ s) o9 g: Q, W3 }6 S8 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- i% A1 c- Y1 U5 x9 T4 J0 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! C/ E; H5 N; M/ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . F) u; r! o) B9 e1 q4 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 _* z) y# u) I X! F2 [# B: SHow you suffered for you sanity,
; M. M$ w" P' n" y4 yHow you tried to set them free,
' {! T# l R9 f6 g gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 D' q3 E" S( J9 V. x$ `% C4 x* v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, f; l" K) \# |! \, y; X% x0 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ m3 M F8 R: c8 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + j0 M! D# `- \7 [+ i; W$ U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ^, @- y' M% y3 p. H7 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 u y; `: P' J4 k# O8 S- C6 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & Y# a3 s) `+ d' K E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , h" Y+ y: h& G0 e8 J- \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ H4 R% ~- a0 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) R: t0 f' X+ X; ^5 E' n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ ]) X7 x* t$ S$ ?$ p/ e9 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 H6 J, S c$ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* T; M$ L9 l$ s3 EThe 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, 9 q5 r/ _! e3 m. b( c: K! z
How you suffered for you sanity,
& {7 u3 w* `& ~% q. r3 iHow you tried to set them free, : n2 k! B& S& ^1 t2 p# G" U9 `$ d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 \3 `8 `5 {8 y# lPerhaps they never will. |
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