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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 |2 d6 h3 `9 }7 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 H8 g' h/ W; \: T* N* ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ ?" j6 v5 J' R, }, m! pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 _# V9 {: g+ |% z. g9 O3 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( [+ u; u4 Y/ N' x1 ~/ e8 R8 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 b. \. q, g% }* y CHow you tried to set them free, 5 B$ I2 N( |& }- Y+ k$ y6 H5 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 h; d B. J8 |* R3 q5 A/ ^, S* w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ e" ?8 b0 I1 M# J5 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, P! N) m8 j+ _. k3 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 P# Z9 e! C3 ^; N& [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,
! t7 c# z" F+ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 H H$ {9 \, n' R# f! t3 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' u s6 M; U9 o6 O- J' |, k6 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 s' ?( z6 i% C6 t7 a" I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. b: D1 N- @- S+ b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) j) [4 a1 S9 B! S bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' o% ~+ d2 G o/ ^; I- G0 x# mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* f" h( M( S9 X3 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. L" n6 ]- x6 _) i+ ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 f1 Y* x# ^. THow you suffered for you sanity,/ y/ `1 W8 j% S
How you tried to set them free, 6 y# e7 c$ o8 W6 j) ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, # r4 L* \9 E6 t/ z, b' U
Perhaps they never will. |
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