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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' l3 f [: Q3 E [! }' c& mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ T! Q3 g# W0 H) VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 ]3 I( w$ y7 G P0 N% T4 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , d6 F( _7 t' x8 C' p6 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 J$ w# q2 h* [1 q0 l6 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
y6 i: c0 d( q' d' sHow you tried to set them free,
8 `1 B7 ?# j7 X' A5 K. W/ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% E2 o0 I0 M/ T# A1 n5 Q/ J: ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ~" \) h% s1 ~! d- _5 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , {5 y' k" X9 u! U r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ a. C' T* }( Z" w) xWeathered 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,
$ f( X9 D9 k# n- x+ d" L6 K7 U5 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: a* n( j" s: ?- f# pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 i4 V% T3 X( h) [0 p) t
But I could have told you, Vincent, . d2 F$ z" E+ c! Z8 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 D. z. `, F/ u9 t) m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . J N4 y6 v) p9 w+ i+ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " v" y- G/ T3 J! k5 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & ^5 _( y/ F. s/ }+ o; V$ _
The 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, 1 V/ H7 i: a% b2 q2 n( H
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Y$ x: t2 q: E5 u7 m4 l8 NHow you tried to set them free,
/ _( V# K1 _3 ^3 i' yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 [) ]1 @6 g& c$ Q( sPerhaps they never will. |
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