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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% @( F) |2 N+ j- t' D! vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 [" t8 j. l2 s2 G8 C+ h. P y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, k1 B; S" f' ^9 n' _2 y7 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; h' q6 l8 @1 `0 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 U) u4 w4 A2 t" k4 A( f" I% ]How you suffered for you sanity,
; u, Q; H9 d& i4 DHow you tried to set them free,
0 A: d) m1 T$ U* o( [2 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : }& O; T, h! F- l9 A+ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 c% D) M) p0 h3 t8 T! a; S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; R9 S' r& P5 e5 I% J' M, JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' S4 S& l. O. j, ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ U# R& I& g: _9 T& l/ {1 L
9 H @8 B' n+ b0 ^ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 k3 {$ R# k4 e4 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. s2 d1 _) ^, w7 k2 c6 e/ `5 q! P: {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Y3 E% t' t! a5 l3 x6 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, * }3 z, y" T3 n+ n5 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
s# a0 l: A. ]( f. AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 l# Z$ @. R( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ P( S2 Z/ k& h# f+ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - r5 B( |* l) ? _; ^( Z
How you suffered for you sanity,- ~$ d. [3 Y. g6 C. z
How you tried to set them free,
" y: ]2 S& Q8 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& D; q/ e: G9 }- yPerhaps they never will. |
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