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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 M- k3 w# u# A' M5 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! m- g) E: [4 U+ N q2 V! XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 B6 K8 P4 D* ^+ `7 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , R. I% S8 F' y/ u" t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' l; i( q: ~! J& `How you suffered for you sanity,
; K3 U0 S* P: W( g1 PHow you tried to set them free, 2 U6 R; V+ p# u' E/ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : {$ F! f% X5 B5 d4 y0 Q/ q- U: a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' e/ J+ c# r }$ N4 ]9 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . c7 g- E6 d" H$ o. t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % n: N2 h" X' ]5 B7 u: F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& l# ]% K' w& @6 ?, N M7 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 _3 B- y& a0 {( n6 J) L' z+ @" Q2 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! p& a1 j- W* C# | EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; S: j' l* S% U4 Y- pBut I could have told you, Vincent, % i2 L: E& Z# A3 i2 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% M2 d+ s8 X0 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 A. O, q. K) _3 e9 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 v; e- N: {- A- J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " B6 N5 a, ^2 N/ v( R. I7 ~' J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. y7 G- g E2 M, LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; F9 Z* H& W9 A5 S; C; Z" W0 LHow you suffered for you sanity,4 C3 X- O1 z4 Z
How you tried to set them free,
' w' F y- I Y7 [7 bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 g+ |( i7 h. g! z2 Z$ }7 n0 a- D
Perhaps they never will. |
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