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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( I- L; f! E5 b2 B. Y0 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 i; v( ?- o7 u {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, E' ~7 Z( E( ^+ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , C' j( C2 o2 m) Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 r& D6 n4 G: P' CHow you suffered for you sanity,
, G# `2 g! U' r; `7 e) Z, ~How you tried to set them free,
2 o. c, B& f* J) W3 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ ^5 W/ c3 w5 d- b NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, M3 I8 `) [/ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : \% A0 B+ J' @9 b6 @' G6 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 e: E* u2 w( i B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. y5 \' \/ ]; V& C. \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 a9 ?: [0 j0 s w# _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! K4 N/ H+ l y1 `# z/ I' u" r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , r1 f7 o* p0 W6 I3 F, _4 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# i9 A- [7 O zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + { G* X3 R( m0 a/ |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . Y0 B w* G5 f) c8 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ?0 k& P. O" yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 \4 d6 [# t8 p( d2 Q# L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, d& `' @! [, Y
How you suffered for you sanity,8 D* m# w: {7 B. `: n
How you tried to set them free, $ w: m( l3 V; _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
G5 L' f. \& e) T1 LPerhaps they never will. |
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