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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ^9 s8 a( `' C* q+ e: C, bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ?4 r; }( _1 G, B' H0 ]9 ^2 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 x. J7 z: F- d6 q% z9 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * S. i" X' i8 O( y. C$ j0 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* V8 M4 h0 |4 p/ t8 u4 {How you suffered for you sanity,
# K) b8 u5 U6 D3 M- i: `4 jHow you tried to set them free,
9 S1 M! Y, \8 z4 k- {/ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. |" H! g% Q% c9 U; z0 D) f, Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ~/ w8 J* R; Y H2 e; F( f8 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % [9 L# \: X$ ]$ J5 K! s; A* n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ R0 b; f1 Z& l# Q
Weathered 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, " h4 Y6 P- J; q H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! i9 Z+ K+ x. G) c5 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, y+ r$ Q- P) ?( g8 y+ ^5 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, - j$ M2 C. c9 i: K+ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 B& H3 W$ {1 _! H( wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Y& B: I# Z0 {9 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! B8 T. Q2 M. G) }+ u- l# e$ H
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, / B. R1 L5 u( W* j) g
How you suffered for you sanity,& t) ?7 v: r2 i0 c
How you tried to set them free,
* D u1 n* Q& {# ]They would not listen they're not listening still, , y. s' p5 V3 K2 F# v. ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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