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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ R7 S% P) y( }5 ^! {- H/ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . E9 A/ ?% Z9 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Q5 l5 {/ W- z( f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" d7 y) \) o9 y+ U: v6 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ d5 @- p' K/ N/ u3 V* M
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 s% A! k8 A( J ZHow you tried to set them free, : K/ {, h9 V& A0 J' l/ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ?' L% @! }. Y7 b' z9 D/ H, Z2 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " a1 U. d) `% V7 c$ T5 c# Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) D! B$ ]+ @3 k+ C0 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : A8 Q7 U% r( N' M3 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) {# Z" y C* t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: e' x* e4 M% Z! S: ?5 E$ H6 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # ]) @3 m# [ `+ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; K9 G2 ?* U/ F& N- oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 z4 E) o6 { Z" X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % e: w6 X& H3 R" o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 [9 \# j! ?' ~5 C" V8 d; HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # F" X0 z9 }) f' H* U* b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + L8 f" _' N+ N4 P: O& K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 k2 S2 @+ e7 E4 {) I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# j" I5 V8 ~+ I6 u) z" A/ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
}2 e) N7 o% h4 i9 @3 WHow you tried to set them free,
0 j" Y2 u( Q) a2 K4 o1 ?) w0 U- [! DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. I* e9 W3 R2 d: [; J. I( }2 mPerhaps they never will. |
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