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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( D4 y' D8 }5 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. d" V; [/ D9 h% d, g+ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ r, G4 M0 C e& _! s5 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* {# d$ c+ n! l2 U% ^, O! ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* Z3 o* G* i3 |/ N9 THow you suffered for you sanity, , _/ l* w' s6 s8 A# I' u# M3 _
How you tried to set them free,
2 |7 ]. _ ?) i- y: qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 h5 @" C/ U/ T B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 i: m: X5 C! ]. t6 t" G/ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 T" |- y1 a! j; c5 ]1 A! Y" i: Z1 R- @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 H2 \9 C/ i" W6 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ~! w) P# n: M9 @' ^2 M/ T7 g/ b
: ]) x) a' M5 n% I6 F/ q1 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& Y5 k; P7 A2 N. D, \9 x& \( AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 m; y& Q, j% [" B( z1 B. D% v- }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 S9 m( _9 r# v/ N9 P/ a! d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' |( b# q F8 i& L) x, t% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# i- D! e/ ]# u- _1 N/ W& YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" X+ n0 D* @( O- b- U. {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ]; o n+ x9 t" l" |" a" j
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 R: u; ~& v, Z6 m6 f ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ h8 n* C" F y( |+ THow you tried to set them free,
0 X( t. p; L1 d r: pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 y% a: a2 t& e' |" N h: T
Perhaps they never will. |
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