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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 I3 |; c1 [: z4 t- [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& v7 `- b; ~- c+ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' I! k/ D. d) I2 [6 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : U1 h. V. O$ x! \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. \ j! v/ n7 X- F- c* B) S ]) t; fHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ~9 P6 c. w9 C. |8 e' p6 V4 SHow you tried to set them free, 9 t1 u8 |* K/ o2 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! @3 u5 A; `- L7 @2 I) q5 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% q( J/ t0 t- K! H* Q& Y& }/ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ?/ _, b" T6 H4 J! e& ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 s& K& w% N4 d+ J: |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 B: \6 p. m+ b o; p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 `% o2 e. ~. V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 S, |% j# r; G; f) f' bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, m: t; D8 r, V' b* X# h# X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Z; V5 T& l2 m8 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 i N8 R% b4 j4 u+ i8 A' S% @" O: g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( t0 E% N( M" p1 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " s' ?3 c+ ?; k( c L9 s8 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ~; Y* Q2 u, X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - U; q4 i4 }2 Z2 F; N6 Q
% L6 F+ G- o% zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ?. m3 T* A2 Z/ o- k& }" I; P+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
, R) c4 U) K5 H' T9 y5 _% j2 zHow you tried to set them free,
' t3 y& X3 W$ h" B/ N8 B6 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Z( |, ?7 R7 T4 d; aPerhaps they never will. |
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