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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( }9 H. _8 o0 k C6 p7 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . t$ B3 Z6 F7 q2 G/ ]5 v" M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& V0 }' ]% J2 J7 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 H( z/ M% v0 j7 v1 |& g0 a4 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ D# c: h1 W8 m, Y& M* L2 N8 W# m" ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ! ?. p! m( v, U" ~- e0 B( U6 q
How you tried to set them free,
& c$ w1 I$ l! ?$ {" h: TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / [% o: q% }# O9 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + L! j& N: @0 X# \+ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + H- \! @- _* E7 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: q, B! A# D4 q$ J+ U3 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U q5 v$ Y4 P d Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 I% T! W: B. w, O- H1 h) C( i2 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Q% x& A% G0 E) |5 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* J, t& [: o! t9 w( HBut I could have told you, Vincent, & a F* h6 L! ^7 k9 s8 g& n: K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ]) D8 G8 ~. \& {' p& _( pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 g$ P- h' N+ j. v8 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; J# C7 i Y; i$ g9 _3 _# u9 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & w9 Q/ Y0 ?6 K* ?
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,
( P5 i! M, l! _' rHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ }6 d0 u4 z* {. @) ^& mHow you tried to set them free,
2 G/ w5 O; ?' |; F/ W" jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' s% L$ L- M, ?* _* r6 I$ i, {. @Perhaps they never will. |
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