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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( W/ |! f/ ]7 X& z/ k- {5 h( d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& m- B- B) M$ m. o d5 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, @. Y3 F! S0 n/ t1 q0 g+ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 G) `. \. j* m6 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# E/ x5 Y& `* b, ]/ m0 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
! X2 }; ~7 \8 e+ l4 ]- f$ b VHow you tried to set them free,
* p" t$ U! C3 }! O: IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: A }1 z; g5 W5 [6 E, VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! x+ k/ p6 S$ Y# X8 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; |# [; x- b5 c1 O4 E. K p1 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Y7 a0 D% w3 ?2 U7 U0 N
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,
: [" D+ l. Z% k- ?/ ~8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : j' o y& ]% @+ R2 r+ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( e) E/ m# @; g! c( c* y7 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# v+ V: w* r" s. A( R; RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 G0 D, I8 f/ F0 P- v9 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # M5 B- C8 W) D; X! |+ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 N+ }0 r' B& u5 R# D/ B$ eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 Y, S* d# t5 K* z+ |( }+ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# J( v+ G) L9 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ p+ F% c( E4 @2 H# d! U7 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
. O, q. w8 l& o _' B2 WHow you tried to set them free, 2 i# }; b6 K9 a" Q) z+ N) |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ^% z- C6 z7 ?. G0 t& l
Perhaps they never will. |
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