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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . {) \9 E& L% Y4 p" a9 h/ K$ }# X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , X4 L5 W: p3 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 u3 |& D% G$ ]3 d8 w9 @) fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
M1 E$ J6 n" w* e2 L9 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- T9 B( J9 }% q% k
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ s! [( i. x7 Q- }# GHow you tried to set them free, 0 Y5 T& o& X- | S5 A" G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* C6 y+ D3 F/ M( N1 w, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : l; W! r! b3 k1 k4 g- B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# C# ]: k0 M8 [( U; E( x: E! jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( o/ B+ {- e# C6 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 f- I0 Y# F% T# z$ I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# F/ z4 P) o1 |: ?: RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) r9 G1 k# o, p# `8 M8 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" C1 A9 w8 V2 ]0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ U3 l$ b$ e. dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 k7 _$ [3 l3 @+ F9 {0 ?0 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Y! K" Y8 W. G @/ L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
~' A/ q2 I6 F/ ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: A6 v) f r% A' U P( \8 r7 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - y) x, b( s+ S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 S$ I9 X9 C! l
How you suffered for you sanity,
! a; _( n b6 CHow you tried to set them free,
, G+ G5 K1 @/ b/ |# X! o5 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) G3 o+ Y' I: ^% xPerhaps they never will. |
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