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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 O( J, r5 C" mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ |4 l& M, t" e8 k5 Z0 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 X& [* m7 I/ ?; L# Y: m l3 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " q1 {& R4 A4 D4 m6 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, \7 J# p& j$ x# T- vHow you suffered for you sanity, , S6 |* ?" l* y, S5 L
How you tried to set them free, 2 o9 S; w% M a& v7 ^* i) M/ O: n: |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 E5 N. N% F' g6 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 G! D- s3 @+ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 E/ c. _+ o# }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 g; w5 L( X- g5 E7 \0 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - a. l" y' H2 c/ c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; s( w) X, ^8 @5 h$ c0 ?- x1 a. mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 M! K" A$ r8 I4 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 K/ F* T0 K7 k( F& K( wBut I could have told you, Vincent, - [! ]( s5 G, T% ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ v# W" c+ x% ~) q4 g# EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 l+ w9 z# [$ r% q0 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! W: g0 c7 `* H" _" @$ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 _& G3 e3 B h6 ^' Y; h7 h
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,
$ Z! B1 d9 N0 I- wHow you suffered for you sanity,
j v2 ]* G" S5 RHow you tried to set them free, . R( |6 G3 r R# I4 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; g: G& E/ I4 C* t. `. C# p/ f
Perhaps they never will. |
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