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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( k; j$ E! q: ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - A6 m' [3 k% [; p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 u5 y- r+ u& \) U& eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ?8 A+ N# R$ H# yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 }( A' s- Q' N. vHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 v g2 R, U ], k' G5 ^. F. y0 d- ~How you tried to set them free, - v& j+ p' l& x1 D5 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 U* U' B1 i( N- f' k1 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 E0 y# r! i6 q5 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - l7 G8 |" [8 J% v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 g0 W( r9 x, w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 ^& B; D6 ? P" e/ o& \0 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( N# B( Z# M& `% V$ q$ c, @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( W* `1 n+ f8 n! c! Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 N. {0 V7 A3 y* {; D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 h" }6 h f9 e2 [) r% ?& q9 @% qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 h, a9 l% p* _ J/ O; W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Y$ p- ?8 s6 _3 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , G: ~% r( K. z. y( d, I8 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . u& G( H+ S8 j4 y% D4 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: y: c& I' H& D D/ u/ p- {# z" hHow you suffered for you sanity,
p) u$ t; N" H, l8 }How you tried to set them free, - q6 l1 |4 } c" O* m
They would not listen they're not listening still, + R; ^) ]3 E# u: A
Perhaps they never will. |
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