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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 B6 M. K, T! J, }# i. C4 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, V( v( D( P! n5 y1 n% oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ~# g) X! W ^1 A4 o8 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* H& w+ Z( H8 H$ ?- dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( C! y( j5 Q# }3 m, g% zHow you suffered for you sanity, / V( C2 g# t) F5 b* M5 d; d4 S) V
How you tried to set them free,
9 l: h% @) K) LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , w5 o. B+ \0 S) l, v; B" K! x! @; z3 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 L& o# S+ E- M; N FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , F$ w% c* l$ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ `0 t: p2 m1 ?( x5 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! c1 ~% m3 }* J+ G1 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" p) n, A9 R, r" s- W, I% tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 D% o( e& N( n W I* S- OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + S) s" V' m' P& K# U# e7 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! }# g. x& T: u6 ]" b i) nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : p4 O+ d$ [8 T1 X: h2 R" ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 {0 M f# U" _: t5 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , G! P9 I- F/ @2 e$ ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, }' y, E. N6 R1 B9 n. y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 u+ w1 s9 C- T M: [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 Z9 c! b$ v6 U* i5 [: M. HHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ] K. b) {! G* L$ gHow you tried to set them free, 1 B" x1 p2 n! j9 J! }9 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, - E. c/ |( g$ O: `! c; L( p& @5 |0 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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