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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% u/ f8 O: ~+ P$ a, J2 d5 m; A( gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ?3 ]4 Z+ @' ~/ S3 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 M- A; X$ P0 ]! z. e! v& xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, u# Z0 h2 D1 _ }& SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 e5 h" k9 ]$ X+ h
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 [' [& F' \ t; O5 N+ ~
How you tried to set them free,
6 Z* u7 _. [5 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, t2 I f, }( N8 ^8 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 l# n" ]5 g# y" K+ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 R) O# v; q8 d G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' r l7 t' T& z8 A) m$ }/ F2 i* M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 q. u% c* z$ F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 D1 h v6 r( V: H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + D8 w# F2 v+ j4 ?8 A, A
But I could have told you, Vincent, " B9 v) p8 O& U% x- Z$ n6 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 N2 M7 n! l) r! D, k9 J1 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. _5 _: g7 _. z* j! S' ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % }* A& m9 c& l. k, j1 }% X1 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % g. r4 O6 f* X1 g( `, t
$ R# [! p3 {3 J5 y1 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 ]" b+ s4 S+ i/ y2 J V
How you suffered for you sanity,
" p; L3 C1 _( o* B+ o6 y! vHow you tried to set them free, * S; Y4 N6 W0 n& \( W2 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 L8 r" q: |' K# XPerhaps they never will. |
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