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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
r. d& r& g! F* R2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! g3 b( K7 |4 R4 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% U' Q( P" ~% ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & `9 K& G! e, F2 k ~1 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, d8 e5 J" f" l& ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 z- g/ B V- P2 t; A) fHow you tried to set them free,
V: u, Q# ?# b5 R" z7 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; \; s% s3 b: C0 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 J) I5 P1 _+ x: Q0 J& ]9 x* |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' b, O9 Q+ b6 H: |! i/ L% U; BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( X. i) V d: y5 u) dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 k% _% |3 S$ n( L, W& O! G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 }4 F2 W. l3 J6 n ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 x# V0 D2 B, P) Q6 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 j9 q0 b& S3 k; z0 @- h1 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
* ~9 D! J' I# c, C7 k* iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 F3 [" D4 b; Y, Y3 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& i/ E9 k2 g8 C- W, u2 W& l% TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" b3 q# x+ T5 k, o$ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 r6 V( E% P+ C c) d- }7 i" i8 I% j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; o) x, _, P \8 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / M. s0 U4 b& z$ t% H
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 [: a3 C! }) @How you tried to set them free, # y4 ^: M+ w( ?& J9 o2 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 c( a& `: k# Y" W
Perhaps they never will. |
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