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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - p' T" G- b& V' t% Q! x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; |, L4 g' Q) E( ^4 r% W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ~/ Y# @8 K! O1 |" ]0 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 j5 c8 g0 p) H% w. L& TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' g- A9 D3 d% cHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 V. N) ~/ h' a$ } fHow you tried to set them free,
7 q. X5 ], Q) \6 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 b' E! ?% W7 a8 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : @; l1 A& L! ^3 j8 _- C t; k8 D' x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( q( g" C8 W3 C! [# R5 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( S- f( @: ^; R, Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 l( E1 t1 ?, R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! U" d, o& `8 q* u7 q" O0 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' C* n/ f( N5 u+ ?& @2 x* x* j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, W" W' F/ t8 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 N3 a" s+ |( G' c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% a2 G2 F" n2 @( y, P9 o4 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y: V8 A: j t* [ q2 _8 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ z: y, r! N8 i! Y* O& `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 _( W# p8 b" o$ O- N$ I1 s2 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' z1 e2 v- N3 ]: J& C# IHow you suffered for you sanity,% {/ V. K# x3 P4 n4 n( l4 R6 B& f; |1 a
How you tried to set them free, 8 G6 N: w7 G0 b6 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% n( G# e8 X) E1 ]. g4 e1 V/ q7 v8 \" IPerhaps they never will. |
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