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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 C' j5 R: [- F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ z G- Q8 R! U/ C% t7 ^4 O- c3 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ V6 B V8 S& eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 o D% `8 x& x3 H; P/ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; s2 D) y: [) h* \, x+ Q& P6 _0 wHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 [+ U D! Q) T# z/ S
How you tried to set them free,
; ?, @+ k8 ?$ W6 W9 }0 ~8 L& eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 j# o. y9 O& d+ x. ?4 M# rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) X# a3 P& @% s2 U8 ?( vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % {% ]& L6 a; `$ u8 }7 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p& M! j' r4 O7 M/ \, O- ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 \: J2 `/ Y( J- G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& }( d; O! @4 |# i, a, k) AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c) x+ p# ?0 f" GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ?+ |- M n7 q7 K- {( P
But I could have told you, Vincent, * l& w# x) O8 }* w$ e2 [3 E5 }8 h& r" h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) X: A1 m6 p3 Q8 p, Z' RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 B0 ~* Z# d! i& q" ^' JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . y% m5 }3 e3 v; \1 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) L, c3 `0 B* H q& n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 |- @1 Y! k" S; B$ @# q3 e
@$ R3 ~+ f: l! \6 w& `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 V' V& a/ }4 j! U. e( T& J* JHow you suffered for you sanity,
|3 l9 C E! K [How you tried to set them free, & b) J" N6 e7 a% Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' K; k6 ^# u+ \$ fPerhaps they never will. |
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