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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 A9 p! P4 Z+ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- A" _0 g6 Q# D4 W5 i( NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ Q+ z; Y/ Z) i YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & G9 F5 M( z7 y% |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ]( O, j" D' Y3 M& I, SHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ r8 h6 G$ l- n, o8 X5 C, tHow you tried to set them free, 5 ]; P2 y# K- B* u% k3 E& m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 s- c# a; n0 v7 {8 f6 V* ~/ F5 u: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( d' N; Y2 @' c' f8 i$ V/ a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ d0 F9 p" X/ _# d- V3 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ H1 r, R9 R8 j& S/ PWeathered 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, # r( N! ], t' p- V8 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
t; W8 V2 F9 W9 _. H; xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . a& @- p# |4 I9 ?- g$ V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" T+ u! m* t2 _3 m5 w6 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * {/ t# v6 |+ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " D1 r, R& d2 \2 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 @, g3 z) w: A) \) w# ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % u; e4 ^# u* T; W8 w i/ J4 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 I, ` r f2 ] H) ?( WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . [7 C3 _$ `7 B6 f' O+ y
How you suffered for you sanity,9 ~6 b( ~9 G; f- ~' v
How you tried to set them free,
5 |+ ~6 K( n. P/ E: N/ a; E5 q3 kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ~, S, m* [4 ?! ?7 X- f' gPerhaps they never will. |
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