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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; U5 p2 o0 I( M \% t& E" X" f% Q: CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 f# Y9 r3 P7 h/ T1 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ x2 T: d- h0 \; r1 K7 Y% K9 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ p: L& E" q% g8 J# u2 D# @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 x% C+ _+ B6 d9 ~. q S
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 U) O# ~! b: ~: e! Z) S
How you tried to set them free, " U5 e& J2 a c9 N3 ^9 \) N5 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( F! u- h% x0 ?8 q8 \: }: jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 k/ ]+ a7 {+ R/ iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % E, f& V L" V' b; M2 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 @: I( k" M& W ]7 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( D, }: C+ M' X" e" h/ q! u* W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 m6 c) n% D( e/ Q! g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ F7 d, l( l$ l0 W2 v$ bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % M/ ^/ ]- I2 Z6 b* u
But I could have told you, Vincent, " M: g D; h% @* O+ V1 S. y, L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ~; H. L0 D N* `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 r4 ^5 S' _6 p7 h6 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 D" _! F/ x. w* MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : R# i& _% k. m" D, q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, R$ F2 F8 f0 x* {. NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 S3 c q& \7 F [4 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
. {0 v2 W t5 g2 }) e tHow you tried to set them free,
8 A, Q7 G$ a0 l1 a( { K% qThey would not listen they're not listening still, / T; J& B6 n( q! n
Perhaps they never will. |
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