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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 G% U. v1 V; dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . V( ?4 y" e1 v; J' F( ]0 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 L8 j. K. c3 \$ A$ T# s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 `& T/ q+ G5 G( t/ ?' s! E- WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 P8 l2 D0 [' t% W
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 J$ d' Y( U3 I; v5 O3 SHow you tried to set them free,
_9 I4 ^6 F1 B4 ?, eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 \$ F1 c! B6 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - _* k L) z) F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( A2 z1 q+ \% A- I {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: d) K* @/ H& c: V2 J s. oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. v; ]3 J! f+ Z) T0 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 J. m- y9 l- T3 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 C5 t# I; w9 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, " I$ ?: `4 s6 G/ d' X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 l0 `' \# L% o7 Q# p3 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, O" t8 r4 p; c4 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ^- e: c5 {$ o: VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, a5 r$ b' W& B: s# i/ _" E
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,
' w- _, z5 V/ m% ZHow you suffered for you sanity,* [0 `0 y$ M; k1 t! L0 d' K2 @
How you tried to set them free, ) C; H2 e. B9 p# z6 w2 d# Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, - i9 s _- S* B% u
Perhaps they never will. |
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