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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 p, K" Y+ F! n7 a/ PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' @: c7 |# H& i* [! P' iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ u1 J" W% g9 }/ [, Q0 R( bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% Q" \* @8 Z- G1 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- `$ }. I0 e, [9 q$ g
How you suffered for you sanity,
( g* r2 p3 d# I+ U1 L R2 OHow you tried to set them free,
& b `" f" z/ m9 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 M k$ y& j ?1 C Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ^" x! g B0 F2 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Y6 q: U5 j8 L' h d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, N" U4 q) m# ~9 ^0 c: |" m" r
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, 4 J* m( A4 F. J' X" }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, P, g, |/ l* B# _( v# t4 C: vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - w4 C$ s, W9 Z, |- Y# T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 S% S4 O, C, x7 X5 ?- P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % t" A) E2 { B- D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / R( _5 }7 w3 N7 N8 m& q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 `# R. ?% _% o4 n9 W* q# I: K, nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # [# ?. U' q f" O- L+ Y/ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , i+ T) x8 y2 R m! N1 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# H$ m# o& r5 w- W% kHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 ~4 P% Z7 z6 q+ f# r% W4 |How you tried to set them free, + D& z5 E1 `" M8 h- `
They would not listen they're not listening still, # a6 R, R7 b, d
Perhaps they never will. |
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