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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 y- p, P1 n5 d2 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 v( l0 ]( v2 U- c' g( O) l' fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 Y. s9 T6 ?* Y N7 Y$ x3 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 i( y/ _/ t1 E# L# ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ]3 X" S Y, s1 v9 l
How you suffered for you sanity, & |' Z- b1 Y! {1 v
How you tried to set them free, ! J, u$ V$ G9 y Z: u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Y+ c) i) o5 T# G$ \4 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ f0 B8 }+ J; M4 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 a' O! `: I4 @( ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, h! U- X, t4 b" |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 U% H4 U4 g% ^# |! R7 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 u; f1 {2 r# Y% A( {) p8 {3 A# K% mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " I) L0 Y g! j2 e y2 D8 B
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ z+ Z5 h+ u) w: `" L8 b0 y" k5 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& d3 ]7 [ }( j: Q) DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 H! M5 Q- N& P1 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) t X0 C6 S7 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ^ {" p- I5 r+ ] \The 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, & \' _8 g# L" \ x1 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
; k8 M# w) g0 g1 p9 aHow you tried to set them free,
7 W1 {# T# B0 W5 }1 V rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! X/ |( M& ]8 w# `* s1 M1 I0 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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