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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ~% v; i! X+ [% [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 [3 N& s3 r5 ^) Q, oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ Z' L2 T; }* C8 c C; c. e0 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 P- q9 p6 V. O4 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 l9 o1 g5 ~. M% S; u
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 M; C; B) u! ]- w3 r
How you tried to set them free, ! E% J4 ^$ N* g+ R5 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % n2 q( F1 [% Y6 Y3 ^- f+ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! Y6 |' }' M8 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ u1 z/ G5 T: EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 g4 `* U) K/ V# b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, j# s& T; k2 ?( l0 `( gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
T3 } F: t% {$ E, q2 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + }9 A7 t2 D2 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 z# f4 x% R1 w; yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 i$ d6 n! w- W9 v+ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, j+ A! N3 a# E* w6 l7 t4 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
q' {0 U; i* Z* d5 _5 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ?* v8 h) ?3 _1 I/ h( V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 w) |* y; v5 u5 j3 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % H# B- J% k+ W" y' A/ b, L5 H
: C" H) z9 ^, J7 z9 M T4 ~9 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * J3 q) H: P0 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ]) }. u3 Q% z: W2 RHow you tried to set them free,
' c+ V* H! s9 Z! o d! V$ a6 h) gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
G' @+ m* a" w9 U2 P6 \2 E5 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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