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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( o2 \( X0 R$ y5 y! N' n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# L, F [% a2 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 J( Z& a% r! KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G5 A1 p2 ~' e6 a2 P8 t) w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ h6 f% H* }- s9 T1 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 Z& c2 R. A1 ^/ q$ R* Q! HHow you tried to set them free, + H) u$ {" l2 J: q# `/ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - ^6 Y, H/ Q8 v4 {7 x5 G7 n- V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . m2 E9 p2 l! g! c" H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' m, L+ c; v: M% J) C$ r6 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- K( ~5 Q$ t4 f ]# {7 ]3 `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,
8 A6 B& }0 ~7 L1 j7 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! O) w5 o8 d- ^4 t/ }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Q0 C) }: |- |" l) U5 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. }, `0 g" W( jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ S$ I/ t h, d5 _4 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ g# I5 E; B- _3 Y* {5 @" ^5 _5 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 E ^* B0 e7 x' t1 I# x6 v( bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 j7 `, i# F$ W' f; _3 Q7 L0 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 O- {# n; p) }8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,) L! G- ^. W7 }+ T) A( M: y& |
How you tried to set them free,
) d b) ~# ?" P" ^0 n4 f( yThey would not listen they're not listening still, % t2 H8 ]* R4 g; l1 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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