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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. q0 G# S" D* G, d6 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 l5 j! e5 k3 d" r; s# ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Z0 R3 K/ h7 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' t7 L$ t! P# L7 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; m0 x2 ?% c7 e* A: A6 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 _/ I' d, f. D4 Z# f7 j* ^' c. PHow you tried to set them free,
+ k6 A M4 Z; h: l' jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) U* m/ p+ N: w9 n7 R& X/ @2 r7 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 _3 @5 P6 ?* C! g D( gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
M# ~( w8 L& d( M$ k& cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 n% L& Q% h; f* U" j3 E* tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; j* V4 r5 a* s) M/ P5 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ?0 ]& [! D$ U- ~5 A2 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Z5 s6 }4 y% G1 W% S+ ~( B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: k( i$ G' g' T: H x/ mBut I could have told you, Vincent, - v, {3 R- e0 ^) A" U% \* z* _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . [/ D8 |! m% O0 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ]1 L: ~- ] T+ s8 I2 k5 U) t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 r+ S. q/ b% `1 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Z, n+ F( z/ S, MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) S$ L& f( J) Z2 A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " `6 N/ n! [4 |7 K4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,) G5 ^& I4 ?0 R; `* r1 u
How you tried to set them free,
) k B8 T, V8 B' D5 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, + z1 k! F7 ^% R& ?( e
Perhaps they never will. |
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