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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* p- F5 z- s7 {3 s2 L" BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 I1 V" S, l" J: q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% H4 r+ {8 h) k) R5 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 o& h( [( l9 C' b+ S% `0 W, e! q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* e8 j) F8 c9 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
* J0 I+ k5 o! q( W Y' Y0 IHow you tried to set them free, 0 ]9 C1 k- a1 \7 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 z3 w1 ?! e) F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
E( U, H' O/ V3 _& n4 }( h2 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
V, q7 [2 g& R1 w& }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & g" {. R+ C1 R( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 E. a# I4 `9 X+ |+ j( S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( N1 o0 A5 p2 @- SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' H4 I0 v9 _' K2 F2 m. EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Y( _. ?$ V0 [( Z. S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" l" m8 z: x- x1 b& I" k% hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( g' W: h8 B+ P! }- G/ h: GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 G$ d" B; \1 `$ T' Q" q/ h+ s" nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# l. G7 m0 \: O8 c, n% hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / w3 L6 M- r5 w# } q3 _4 P% h+ c
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, ! D! K/ j3 ]% f1 a4 E0 z$ V
How you suffered for you sanity,* u3 D! r7 K7 E f) i) _2 Y
How you tried to set them free, ; H7 E1 r2 _" t/ ^ W! ]) D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) [6 e* ~ }9 f/ W/ k( M$ A( ZPerhaps they never will. |
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