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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 v3 W3 t3 u+ [6 K9 k9 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " G* M" M* f1 H: X! r: n3 K6 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 X m' V& f7 v' Z5 j* n8 z; g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' h" T% d) D' g. x' Y8 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 T% _, a: _/ q: E3 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 T/ f' _$ h; ^$ s- D" A$ [$ b1 eHow you tried to set them free, ; r& s8 {0 E- o. y& I7 a* w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* W& D6 `2 c, b; E0 v! W% jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 s2 U3 q9 X, A# H$ F+ {: E' Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 P1 m$ l4 M2 p/ B; F7 w HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! |7 h. ^3 V P! }7 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 G' y3 q0 z7 a" \7 p/ x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " S* R7 g% i% B1 c1 F- W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' L) O+ `1 b' T0 ?5 \But I could have told you, Vincent, - j) x% g4 f$ O# I% q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - x$ G2 @4 O& ]! p8 }: |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 G$ o; C9 K6 a8 _- y* ?1 u7 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) x; V/ ^$ M" a! l: L2 j' ]2 ~ o, RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 r+ T9 `! O" Q$ q0 W& e. @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,
1 V, C# l2 ^/ z- fHow you suffered for you sanity,
, @* I- A1 |- @6 A! q$ r& Y" P* D# XHow you tried to set them free, ! v" K5 p3 Q2 u5 T4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, b. y4 p3 ` J. W# k2 X5 x6 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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