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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. p6 S. d+ x8 @9 n3 j0 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; x& \/ s( E- d9 o; F$ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' |: c+ Q1 |+ ?( ~5 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' V& A3 N: Z, ]; bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e* W! `# [" ^9 B( i" v$ _; W bHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ F! y0 ?- J8 E$ \+ h5 C3 J4 i4 }+ b4 OHow you tried to set them free,
$ O" y% F$ m! p& E: y4 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, v7 \/ R; T. v+ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : C9 O( U3 r/ b9 m# w, ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ~2 b' A# C6 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - P4 q# J! C! i9 b) M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ z1 |: @, D5 P: y/ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + u7 B. X8 {6 s2 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* k, I4 K6 c7 s l6 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 q: J0 d9 b7 }9 c7 _) r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 i5 w3 J6 ]' e, I4 e+ L2 Y$ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 k5 Y S( h4 S0 T3 J) U5 E) F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * M. A! F6 }+ R3 W6 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! a% A0 u6 I( i6 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - M4 k" ]* p9 ]; _3 C
% F$ k9 E$ Z% I* Z g1 |" n/ qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 {( w9 O8 q2 d& a' C
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 I$ o/ Q3 d3 `4 mHow you tried to set them free,
! d# m2 u, g* j, Z% \* H% b2 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 A8 e& J6 s; U. b$ @4 cPerhaps they never will. |
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