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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 L3 [8 r2 [6 d- w& b) vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 H9 S) Z0 e x+ mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, |1 i" k' l" v' Y) W+ E7 J% e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
n, l' a1 y6 K F4 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ~5 _3 K9 A/ D* SHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 U. ^: z6 g9 Q+ v$ R2 GHow you tried to set them free,
- Q" R. O* _1 R6 L5 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
R# O- v: F% u2 s5 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' G. y# n* N, a$ V! r2 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 C) B7 L# q% J: LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + b1 |) @2 Z3 K0 ^" W; V. L7 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : T/ H- D, P/ P2 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 @! w# P. t1 {1 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 y: s) R6 t# h9 P3 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 N1 } F. y/ l$ s* g" O/ uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ r4 c8 E$ y$ l0 r, o' u4 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. z# H- q( y" g8 u+ {6 [; gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " Z& Y# d) d0 U" {) a* C$ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 Y n; l8 _ c3 Q4 n5 ?1 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # k" t7 }. _' J3 C
! I" b; Z, L( n+ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" z' a0 b! h+ [" V9 X% d% b$ BHow you suffered for you sanity,7 d; C8 \6 l+ z
How you tried to set them free,
) V1 `5 c; f H& H tThey would not listen they're not listening still, " D) r( {+ U, L9 Z t# z1 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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