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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 w2 n. G4 I& Y, a' G& Z% hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % T, ?) Y& R) B6 h4 w4 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ }/ s% ]! F. l! CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . s8 L: h; G0 N1 U) H" b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! K, {8 Q; y+ l% w6 E4 h+ hHow you suffered for you sanity, ) N% X$ y6 q1 D" E d# U
How you tried to set them free, % ^0 Y! T4 }# n! z/ h( x, h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 w; N6 Y* f: HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 k: ^" X" ~* v8 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( C: g. k- T1 N) z0 B" A4 O2 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' C/ f' d3 V# @) P# g8 [ XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' p# G- i2 L# l2 @3 q+ B' M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; |% f" h! |; D3 t; m# I* C' M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: c) Q: l. S6 p' z' T/ f' B6 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Y* V* e3 T/ m6 ~* GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; @- N& K: O# q# H7 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( r4 _5 B- p/ @* Q. Y/ AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / h9 l' N, u- \5 ~9 O7 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ~$ E6 E; H+ G, aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 g/ L0 A9 K2 M6 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ `& ?) i- H$ d4 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % F1 k# v, T8 u9 b, }
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 c& _8 M4 c4 w# ?3 qHow you tried to set them free,
" A8 ^+ \! T, e6 U7 l" u0 x/ OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! l4 _ V4 r$ R* p9 t& D& ]) O0 bPerhaps they never will. |
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