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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 R8 u4 Y( l! U2 d4 v/ ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 q; v+ v* E, n6 y5 L* S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 z, p/ w& p, K2 Y6 f- yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % [! u( s0 `4 Q- U8 o3 J8 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ x4 m K$ {; I" o
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r. Q0 y3 z+ x- e. p4 THow you tried to set them free,
4 _, M. m5 F5 E/ D8 P- V0 t9 D/ s/ xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. u) q2 M) Z: i' D3 S! E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 C8 [- t7 g: W2 Q# L2 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 D& b& f1 V `- ~; h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 b5 z* v N6 {5 j! bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; H( w1 }6 G H" j( ]" E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 D1 x! `% M2 c/ ~" Y% QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) v; I2 l% S: L1 G' H& i0 t! a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; u8 r% x; k" w" P3 l' M# gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 D& n# {4 l8 J: h. U% A1 k2 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ J8 {8 q# E sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {/ C* I5 `; a+ X# j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 v0 M$ \7 q$ {. l* C' i( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# W2 _# ^2 u3 r6 I2 qThe 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,
2 v5 o7 E+ K! {0 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 d& w" r: {' ]: M( ^* b: [How you tried to set them free,
3 f" D8 B3 Z# t- c7 X# `They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 O. e# w, p$ J! CPerhaps they never will. |
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