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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ]% D: T1 }6 z. C$ m% S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 J( t" ~7 E7 [. s2 q4 d, x( b5 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 W; V* h( _0 a! f$ s: Y, UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 _+ E2 p" j+ W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& F2 B* N6 j% B) \7 f, UHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 B, g1 t- W6 @# R/ _How you tried to set them free,
. n6 N) d6 E1 Y3 [/ M; T$ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ F! s. }9 v$ @5 V* D( cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 s% y, F+ E% W, E4 x% h8 V1 Y1 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 j; Z: u- N3 `) @# B8 n+ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 j1 F' u# w# X
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,
# v c U3 P3 }7 C% K/ S$ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . Z0 _2 a5 n: Y2 q; K2 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- J5 `5 q& {: O3 }) F2 y* cBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) d! D. k. u& ]& R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 p) l; a1 X/ @, [: R( dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Q, z) h3 l1 G0 G% `1 M1 Z$ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 g0 o& v* O9 B- N, Z! A" Z E- S: R2 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : y( `4 H# |5 e# p3 Q0 |) b
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,
# I% m$ I9 J1 v0 |How you suffered for you sanity,& X$ g7 s: L! `" {: V; F
How you tried to set them free,
" O( e, R5 F2 k0 j9 a7 v9 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! K8 T9 l# F* ?1 [+ I3 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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