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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) m7 |: x2 ]+ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - _# N& P, T% Q) o. @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 b% J! m4 [; e9 G- \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! ^" C# R+ q9 C. v8 _7 J/ |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 J9 \6 L' w2 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
- t# _2 @$ G8 @4 t& s9 U( y' MHow you tried to set them free,
7 [) C7 [# @9 l9 b: M3 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 l. _; W/ Z0 Q4 s' RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 t, J/ L0 j4 H! Y6 l- LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. F% {) l% K& A6 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 S/ L9 `/ H( _$ q) a! O& TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 h+ C2 W4 B( ~. S3 E5 P3 a! |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ }9 R5 ]6 _8 w0 Y" Z2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, [# Y+ B5 j- P& `9 |, T% @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 K( L, j1 b* u- S6 s- i; rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 _8 f( M8 C' }" s1 G4 S$ e0 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 D3 S% ^( u/ @$ Z1 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* }- q# n: X4 ]# k" ~" [+ x7 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& d8 r# w( g; u8 i6 u7 L1 H0 F6 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 A5 i( f- R, o! p: S, z1 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( J/ w) Q e. L# BHow you suffered for you sanity,! j2 r$ ?" k6 h! F5 n' i8 B, W
How you tried to set them free,
* J/ C! K. t" @They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 s! q3 g% G3 j/ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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