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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 U" F W. O6 ~/ I M; J/ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* g* m: V# {9 l& {7 L" eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* A7 v$ G2 S% l( RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& {2 n: b* V8 ]2 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& n, o+ Z3 l9 w& w6 U
How you suffered for you sanity, " i$ e, }3 T. ~; b
How you tried to set them free, 0 D0 W8 _5 e# | X+ u' n& P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ]4 j( d- W- k* t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 x7 @( s" `6 r. Q2 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ V& y) p, x" q( n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : l0 O4 x# L3 I) k8 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 a- x) r N ^- J5 {" u( x: pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Y& u0 O: `- F) xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 Q% g6 I" A) \: |8 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 `; ~! T2 Z2 s* z( K+ X( q
But I could have told you, Vincent, * M) Z1 y4 E }* k8 A/ l6 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & g! f/ z2 B# b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: q* S# y/ U+ eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / x5 s' L" P# Q0 n; G6 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ M5 y) e4 _) b0 x3 Q# a# L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 h+ j3 {$ j8 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
( e7 m; v. w# v7 N L/ X: R3 s2 vHow you tried to set them free,
5 b2 ]3 o/ {! U2 ?4 G p- \They would not listen they're not listening still,
. f# ]* d: N4 s# H& I% ]2 \7 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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