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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 _, s: `& t. n+ o5 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( J# t3 ?3 u# i# D! [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ?0 B8 B/ b3 ^" HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 B1 J7 D! f/ l/ c+ p% f4 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( G | ~# H; L% `7 I% E2 K5 }
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ]- c% j! v+ a% v
How you tried to set them free, - n6 y* E" k, a/ m2 p" l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. \. D j* S# K2 Z. G6 z0 B; W: fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ?' z2 [8 J9 b2 q- m6 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : L+ o. D! Q- O* v& K+ A1 A- Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( t: ]" E/ _$ s" N1 ^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, $ D2 l ?% c- x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 p' P1 } r4 p4 w+ z( _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ?9 \. H! {( H# u# QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 n) `$ c' v0 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * K$ L" t, l# y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 V0 d' h/ r0 e# P; lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) T6 _6 a6 f E1 |' z2 i$ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 b8 S" j( k! D' |0 b
& E; L* o2 R+ Z( O& S% uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 B8 n" }0 o1 s& c" R. w
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 D8 W# L/ p0 z$ a# u1 |How you tried to set them free,
; W3 h& s' U& f, t% R( w2 x* |0 H eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 \4 e2 e, J# z# @
Perhaps they never will. |
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