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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 E$ [( g7 { m6 Z! Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N5 M! Y: U# a! a5 O t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: M& H B8 i! s0 w5 q! E1 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 _: g z) h+ {/ G0 u9 c4 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 d( W1 h4 a& Z, qHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 l# E- C$ Z4 o8 w$ M KHow you tried to set them free, + s( `2 v+ F* U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; \* ]- Z; C) j" o0 f) VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Z7 d& E0 f: P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 V( {2 D% u! O2 E4 d, ~* ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% m) s0 L3 `2 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 l% j8 i' X' q0 \: g4 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 E1 N; A' s; X2 O0 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 G- y, ?6 c; ^# ^4 t7 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: \3 g y$ j% X, P8 _8 D! I( K) ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 V; b! J5 ?6 |( N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ c, ?4 h; G' q T' @, G9 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 b- I: {, z" g$ H4 J. OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 H/ a* }: U0 Z- L$ ]% JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" c( n8 Q. Z/ ?1 K2 _# MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 M$ D1 V0 g* `: J% p m. M& MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ]+ O% \0 Q+ Z6 o2 A1 \$ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
# F2 i- z3 L+ a" d# ?4 O4 {How you tried to set them free,
) ^- \- y# q2 E, z! v5 K* `They would not listen they're not listening still, ! y( J \" y }9 M3 d: g: X- |
Perhaps they never will. |
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