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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 j, G! n6 ]' q" c) aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 R) |* T" A/ ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
l( W8 h& p/ @5 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, @ Z" _. t4 y( h7 Q v. ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ F( y0 V) j. r6 R) YHow you suffered for you sanity,
& Q! x5 f4 F4 X; ~1 a' r* Z0 QHow you tried to set them free, / b& G) ~' ^) t" J' O3 M! W5 N" E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 H, k% _, `1 Y/ v' d! r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Q _1 y& y3 i7 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 N: o( ]- l4 [! G2 @8 C$ E7 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) k! V! m+ K. ]: z! v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# _) U& z8 [) K" [; \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * |! W+ d6 A8 M: j! x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - L, `" K% F- m' T! W X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& {0 q @: m, e/ q/ hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
d7 @4 |1 u$ ] m/ T! h; Y) U& v% ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : h* W2 W$ O4 Y: d( f; c3 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. \ L& p/ n0 L HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : ~- K. G; v. f1 g O V6 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " E' g$ I4 F l3 _ J$ z, _' P- A1 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ]9 R' t6 j2 Q6 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % g) L/ e5 N; \- e
How you suffered for you sanity,
" E$ F z- X5 A( J3 E9 [How you tried to set them free, % z. ?9 M) G# Q, `$ Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, & c& Y- w4 F: F4 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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