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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- M0 {9 z& W9 o5 l4 x$ dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 m0 o! L) X0 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G5 W7 F/ R0 T% MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. J4 q* k7 m6 D5 B* G. _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ d |; [& f" [How you suffered for you sanity, , o# N" x/ Y/ _& k" }* B+ y
How you tried to set them free, ( |( P: b' u) @ h i3 W2 U i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ?. K6 A% |- z7 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 Z8 `+ z1 h5 d0 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ W3 v6 Z: x+ Y0 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' }6 S! u! r- j; Z
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,
& W: v3 {1 e7 b$ m0 B+ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( Z" r# P" n1 o( I0 c; E0 j1 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / S% P }, o) K8 D7 X F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( A, ^2 r4 ]/ R( |$ UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 H5 P; Z1 A& J4 |2 N( _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# q: h9 i: f: e2 u: c4 M; f, F* `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
P+ h v* q6 M' C! J- G' g8 J" RThe 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,
1 m' S6 ^0 a _3 M2 E% _How you suffered for you sanity,- @6 p6 ~/ Y+ {7 o5 v) P
How you tried to set them free,
9 u' y5 E( s) x/ _They would not listen they're not listening still,
( V8 h6 K4 F6 Q D6 zPerhaps they never will. |
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