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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: G6 @3 X3 G( M5 ?1 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! G: o, h9 e& Q3 S; ~& R& e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Y9 [4 P2 _$ D) H& CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # ?! z% y# G8 U7 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ |, Z5 H- j" g: z9 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
! _! `; n4 ?( I' s9 H# dHow you tried to set them free,
! E0 C5 A9 D% p, mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 w4 }$ n, U: }* e. r3 R, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 r3 R0 ]& X( P/ a% J! TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% e, B5 v9 y+ ^% [/ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( G/ A: q4 |/ K1 N% h3 v U+ n( J
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, % k: b2 R3 o0 e) Y3 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 R! \# h; X" a/ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + O. ^% b! r& z8 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, Z" u# X( q8 L; N/ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" z+ e6 q( f3 _# b- h( ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; B: }; G ~+ m' qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 ]1 q8 ]/ S" k3 D; i U4 e+ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 p; V3 n2 u' r* U0 Y4 f/ @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : R9 g1 x6 V8 t9 b5 A; k# r
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 g$ D: }" a# O. M t$ _9 THow you tried to set them free,
3 p1 _/ B- X* n; KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 f( f5 L7 p# A3 ], ~$ m. PPerhaps they never will. |
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