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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! T! F+ R. j# u! aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, T' Y' }( Z; V- ~+ w I3 |2 [& _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) q8 ]5 c8 D3 j' V$ h% G. @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & B6 l' } I1 l+ V( ~2 u1 r" B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 z: O+ c6 p. q
How you suffered for you sanity,
& E3 ^5 @6 ^( v2 L. P: IHow you tried to set them free, / {0 r2 | U4 \1 U% ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' v0 Y! s& [- T( v4 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ?0 K( o5 z9 ]9 w( Z, D6 I3 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # F2 \) g" S. n( B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 c* m2 Q+ I( d) c0 W8 PWeathered 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, , x1 \0 e: j: }; q* e4 D+ t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 x# ~7 V4 z/ A( S0 g. `7 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 \. U" o5 J; N! M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 k, p% I: W) `% Q0 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% x& g9 K5 w+ b" l( oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' R! X: v1 \2 l5 R0 j7 Q* iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " \1 e0 X8 C* q, F/ r+ d" A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / C2 f; e2 D6 _; ]7 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% u2 V" ~% J F/ {7 @How you suffered for you sanity,8 `+ r4 n: I% W! E' Z
How you tried to set them free, # v# t& l# J3 N; h( |& Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; w) h5 F7 n+ R4 B5 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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