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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " v5 k2 l( a# p4 B6 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 }6 J8 G" J0 W9 _ U5 s# jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( { V1 j M* C- u3 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . K9 |& |2 w" R! i! M, J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 M0 I9 X! u: Q5 b% e7 d3 V
How you suffered for you sanity, ( r, k% |3 Z- m, J# v( }. l
How you tried to set them free, * u z# W8 u4 Y9 q V7 z. g3 y' t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 [) k, t F ^# j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % U, |2 w$ u& @8 f6 H5 u* H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) I6 T: C! \: `! \$ s' m* mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ `, _, k; I& O/ A: ~2 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ I) K! `' G0 f' a* rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% K' U6 A$ i. A5 a' JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 W6 Q5 h& s% L/ N1 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ?9 ]. T* u: m0 n" v6 o% T7 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: D2 N, [ T* N; T2 G! l' IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 |% B$ D% X% K% X3 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: D7 D0 w2 c" e, R4 e3 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
M0 c! q) D+ A) _) H. p- k; {# ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ h+ O U( b @7 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F( b9 g4 |6 A" B
5 j' ~8 V5 b" h# `. X; aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( c, [3 r, H. Z6 K8 w7 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
' X0 n0 b( K3 OHow you tried to set them free,
- ^: _* C( J1 V7 O, i1 p5 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
u4 n% V# J7 I; j& v/ EPerhaps they never will. |
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