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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- W# h. Y0 F& v( }: wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & r; m2 |- \6 \. e6 T3 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& k7 a9 P0 Z9 k- M( DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, u) ]# i; B7 Y* K$ l' wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Y8 B: n* w3 _, o! u t0 B. Q+ e gHow you suffered for you sanity,
' C$ @& ]8 c2 B9 S- E |* OHow you tried to set them free,
" m! T% i( C5 P* O" L: D1 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# R7 U+ b8 y3 \2 [4 Q9 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / o0 J% `3 V# n `) C; e. H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 K V' i; T9 M$ H/ D0 R: T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ X! I4 Y! B/ @) S: r0 {+ F# mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; K' o& c) C( P) Y# y$ ]6 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 A# w0 \6 o) c6 o7 o% rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / B9 d V+ I! F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - {" e. d" [+ U1 {! Q. x$ J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 O6 v8 S0 x! r/ C, h' e1 `) P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ r9 A( B. ~/ G) a: K5 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 _" H6 \% ?7 f; hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 L3 V" u- j$ m$ P$ A, dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * o0 {+ Y7 |: ]3 H" j' H
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, : f% v y; j9 t1 B% N
How you suffered for you sanity,' l) u* T0 ? r+ [6 G5 C" ^1 M
How you tried to set them free, " U6 N H7 {" q+ g% y4 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( z9 S% v6 J* f' rPerhaps they never will. |
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