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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' c( A( h. ~5 X, J' o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, S+ x. D, F! U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( V# z! [* y- }8 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # \- Y6 p: m4 U" g' Z& M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 c1 V5 A0 j& i( N/ jHow you suffered for you sanity,
* p, i2 B4 O+ k* C3 l' N% zHow you tried to set them free, 3 C( M5 ^* V4 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. t4 X( _/ H7 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- p/ A7 y f" X4 B1 \' x8 m5 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 {5 I U" {. x3 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: u [% i2 W$ ?" d; hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; e$ r! p/ W1 w% o5 \6 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ @! G- F: o5 E8 C4 ~! }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& [# @. ^ r& A3 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 W# v3 k% L1 tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) A1 M$ n+ C' X, _- @, rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 o& v$ a1 _0 f9 B) q( ^1 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R& Q) p3 C3 {4 V- z8 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + h5 t( y8 V) T+ F+ }! m* L* y
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,
6 I$ C& t) d7 D* xHow you suffered for you sanity,7 z! D9 c9 {2 E/ q! z
How you tried to set them free,
0 G {9 ?( G' ^. q& SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" f& J/ W# w7 E' |Perhaps they never will. |
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