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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 N3 T- b! ]2 R! U7 n1 D# I, gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) W" k2 m4 H2 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* m6 o \5 ?) W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # k1 F8 X8 l8 t6 y+ Q6 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 K; j9 r; U6 f3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 W, L- P2 c% p9 w8 U2 V# |
How you tried to set them free, ! n! F3 t2 r/ |2 l! n% i: ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. P/ f* L) r. A9 T( M1 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! L* d! M% b# D/ _* I7 u) y, D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 \5 Q. _ d2 Q" {2 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& V) i6 s& e4 Q( z/ _$ _! V1 A2 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - D8 h( Z' [1 b& u7 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 j: E. r; u! r" i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ^5 P- ]: g# }1 i- eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 o" k1 Y2 r9 w. v. ?% t( r( a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( j4 ^, F2 _2 S* ?4 M$ |( GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . J2 v! `4 \2 o6 c: }: H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) {) _3 w, r/ Q7 w( e1 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! N0 y/ W, U; A! d7 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 n6 v% [# L. v. X0 R: SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% c; }* S" D: D: {4 n8 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " t5 x/ [7 l; o/ r* X
How you suffered for you sanity,
) M- t% \7 c2 bHow you tried to set them free,
) ~; q# @. T3 i* A9 O t3 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
& h% L( _" R3 k7 D8 `Perhaps they never will. |
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