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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ~) L, w( W6 C- X% F0 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % |5 h9 c1 j& e+ h) `6 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; d) f9 R" i3 f, s& f2 I! sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 m$ t3 }" C$ w4 ?1 V2 E7 x xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# I+ K: [# w3 k/ w9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
) I# `3 _# B1 g# X5 MHow you tried to set them free,
/ M9 N: y! U0 y1 Z. U+ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % n9 b) D% `* _2 x9 T) a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ m ^+ \4 t! ?1 q6 R {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
|2 l; A. ?0 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 S K1 w+ y9 P/ w$ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 p7 f$ ?" [) l) D$ p6 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- c( q6 ?& e. C% Y# eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" J) |4 h+ U3 i6 s- NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( Z' X% O7 L& g
But I could have told you, Vincent, - F! h$ ]7 r+ l: y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Y* ~1 ]+ a5 p6 ?- q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 [4 U# `+ N$ ]# A, \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + L7 S3 N& r1 \. t7 N4 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " N; k( Z9 ~) \. F
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, 9 W& q( ]6 |$ B. u+ l/ U
How you suffered for you sanity,* g. l! A; \$ T
How you tried to set them free, ) D% ?' i$ Z5 c( v k: F" K" \
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; R; {' H; O" a# e o
Perhaps they never will. |
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