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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 [: v% {: B' M4 ]; N1 i1 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
B) Z; G. I: C( YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Y! z8 Y/ s/ q: ?3 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , [$ Q" t4 {' ]$ T$ w7 ^6 Q$ i9 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 s6 {- V% U0 C/ j
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ^* f0 M3 s* E6 {9 i* `# EHow you tried to set them free,
: v+ L! m, y9 {$ J$ e# `& ~, IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * W' `5 R- r' r; s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! L/ l. j, A5 z) B: J3 R' u5 _9 x6 I2 N7 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! O4 R' _( V7 r2 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' M& n; c( z# |$ G! S4 i5 `
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, 3 T% E7 I' P* A8 J7 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * L. d2 L' y" s; S0 q. S X2 R% I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) K7 ]1 o3 H! `" ^" C
But I could have told you, Vincent, & R% V% u; e9 A! `4 p$ H- E/ x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( T- E# r* C# |6 h$ WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , `: g* t [* J4 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' _# L9 C. J; f& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; H5 ~/ [; o4 X: k2 @, f. t) EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ C1 l3 S! U) [, y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . }5 x& R/ H1 x7 {& |
How you suffered for you sanity,
! s/ [- i5 k! ?9 uHow you tried to set them free, 7 x. f3 P# p# y; W" T$ N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 @' `" W1 Z: O$ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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