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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% v3 P! C# j7 s: iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% N' K0 T+ h. v+ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ y+ h- Y. e2 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ s+ }: e# Y' H3 }; rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ]. Q' B: g! H" M; VHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 }" C+ d! @$ I* u
How you tried to set them free,
9 G1 d6 s& ]/ D# V$ ~" pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 m# o; ]; k K( n' ~) Q7 n! WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 v, r( k* Y2 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! S3 I0 D! A5 q$ L) g5 K6 b+ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- y; |) o; W$ }0 L+ c( G) r' K. WWeathered 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, ! z. {0 T% R0 I4 K5 M/ d5 g8 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 C. h6 s$ B, s9 ^ R; F" sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ E& b; Q2 D+ o* c3 H8 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* W, F% {" T" d: p$ r$ J# K6 G9 l) N2 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : z U- x. F6 a! N9 n# G/ i* d8 d6 F
) q- X$ r: o$ M3 ^0 ~7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% {" e4 W4 @5 o5 `+ j _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, q9 Y4 K" W8 k. W9 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! f$ p0 u" W$ U7 [, x! {
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, 0 k N$ \% X: F, k8 V ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
: o4 a+ E; I! c" RHow you tried to set them free,
- m( I+ I5 J/ CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( F( j7 Y$ v. I- a: ]! ]Perhaps they never will. |
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