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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! R0 {! w3 d, G" n, | C, T( NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! W& @* A4 R! V7 I3 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, {/ H: r# M. }' _% l- U+ e# ~7 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / m0 e" \0 P! d" B% l, f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 x0 h( n1 z5 V
How you suffered for you sanity, - h W: W' E! r7 e/ F5 o- ?
How you tried to set them free,
4 b& D, p. n; A O$ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ?* [5 Q, ^" \$ E1 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' @/ b% @( o7 I/ v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) Z9 J# f& L( g; A# p, ^# @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 f3 q {6 t P5 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 m9 c9 p9 o8 |$ ?/ |& F5 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 I" ^1 M( E' T4 b( \9 w0 H0 _ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: w1 R$ d+ d: \7 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 j, M; r1 u1 H0 Q lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 S! H- v% G) v8 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. @& H$ {4 n- {- ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : t3 x# A+ S8 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" D* |4 I1 O+ _/ ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( u% C! x( F' I3 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / N. L. e' D/ w# |5 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, W. f, W! k. `
How you suffered for you sanity,5 m6 G q* Z3 d6 G9 w- }7 f
How you tried to set them free, ( z5 }" I9 h0 n% q' r- T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 h$ [' Z) P7 a: J' x& SPerhaps they never will. |
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