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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
F2 A; E' t! V3 d! Z) U7 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) W% @. U; ]& q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 N1 `& U6 o8 ~1 T/ Z6 Y2 d0 |% W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / d0 U* _; L7 p' x9 | D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! Z$ T! H0 L) ?) a( YHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 R. I5 k a2 @ dHow you tried to set them free,
$ n+ h- L5 p: }2 B3 O' `; U- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( M6 e0 |7 R0 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]- n- t7 [( b' E. T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- B! U: M) L/ M- j( B! I! VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % H9 a0 h% W- m) m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' Y* D" z; a: ?2 O: e/ V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 h# C, V1 L, f+ u; F( {0 n; ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 s9 J; e6 X0 i: R8 G3 r+ T/ }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. o- b" ^, T2 \' p3 Z) i( w4 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, y7 ]% v) K; [0 w# T8 d* @4 t6 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, D* f4 }' O0 n F+ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " r$ |$ x. @3 z9 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 t* k0 X3 @; O0 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Y0 q; p# F% m6 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 c$ N. C5 g" m9 t+ f* l) a3 o
# U; x6 n2 a. U; S4 H7 X: d: bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 k. B! g- S$ M6 I+ V) |, I( WHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 q, z8 F: y0 I3 D) e1 |& FHow you tried to set them free, 4 {: \4 p/ [- \. A# m( W% j. J' l
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! \- @0 l! U6 Q: E- v' `4 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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