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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. @( K) Y+ Z3 \& [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 n% T7 A: {: j$ h7 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 b3 e# x# D3 F# H3 b0 A. s) H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 s, H" s0 H; y" KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 [; o# j/ n$ o% P
How you suffered for you sanity,
! l; L0 a. ?5 \7 mHow you tried to set them free, / _* r6 A) z' L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 `2 |; o3 w: l- nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) |$ \3 W3 t" H, e3 u. V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ |& w( E r% |4 ]: f" W5 D: xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& F; M ~8 A1 v# F8 l- G; O1 W+ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 _ D& i( Q3 D! H7 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 _/ d) x0 [: Q# V, }% iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! r! a* S7 F5 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ~ _5 ]' f( |8 |3 q$ F* Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, " }# V% R" B' }; g9 d) G+ x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 ^. j, D2 ~% Y( w- HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& `5 i. Q1 @3 F' ~* {) YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 o$ L( E* @* b9 f! k5 S8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 v; O# A* n; l8 M& s$ |( n. E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, z! a2 H% y8 R6 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 l& C& H: m$ R+ ^( @3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
) z. r* x5 z u e" F" n8 sHow you tried to set them free, % t( _* G" A! C! F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 b% _- w( R d7 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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