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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# \7 Q2 |' P% m- P1 S& R; @* c0 v2 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( Q+ A& }" G3 G' e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 a4 z) F# \8 A! w* D# \$ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 w q5 ^! S) l! w. @7 O5 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 } u+ b: @6 z! P# t
How you suffered for you sanity,
, a( n- x8 u! j* p0 @$ \2 Q0 lHow you tried to set them free, 7 T$ U- R B' Q/ P7 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' F5 Q0 ^0 _$ L( k) M1 Y, i! o# rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 u$ s1 ]+ P9 f ^7 t* HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 D% b K6 Y7 F4 E7 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 s7 W% G7 o; y+ K! x0 v
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,
* l! J5 x7 I! ?. F/ r6 D6 M" MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ~$ @$ b! `, s( ?' p8 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ?9 [8 [$ B8 n0 S2 w# @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 M; d0 `3 q) A% e) _, T9 |+ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 h4 Y- l0 \1 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 j! k9 a# H1 ^; o4 h8 G% C! d" l* HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 y# `1 ~, p! @9 N3 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & h4 M" `$ i9 e( a- x* J4 J$ L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Z# P* s! h* L# P' Q
- A, ]- T% C) R* m3 T! h9 g8 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 u' q- C$ q# Z# L: o. oHow you suffered for you sanity,: g+ f% ]- Y. @. y7 E% q
How you tried to set them free, . t$ J4 z! \ x3 m1 a& t- ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, : P0 e4 U& x5 i& R% x" W; |2 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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