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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; j# ?& w/ b; N5 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% M3 S7 k) ^# L4 p |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# @& Z8 c) N5 a7 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 u [4 J1 K6 m6 \: f N8 N) @* k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: n$ [% Q b; E+ UHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 Y, m( u l, D4 L
How you tried to set them free,
, @; D8 b: }' W4 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, R. w% d; N- s8 f; EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : ^6 v! N/ B2 D2 K, ~& A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ C2 D v3 F+ K& m; x/ H. wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# [! R) g* I2 X2 X3 I& kWeathered 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, . e0 x. I- a1 k* s- \% g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* N2 ~# H$ X9 z# L9 g9 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; c; T5 V1 t" t. {3 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: ^4 g2 \. c; w# n. @ O& I! e% GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 W i% e) k" K$ j8 }* ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 |, T8 G2 G6 \7 c1 y+ h+ I. mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 M3 Z$ O! t% v2 J) T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , i8 `. l' V. |9 ~4 @3 q5 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 c, C0 j- U) b1 O/ f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % {5 P5 I, }# m2 E8 [% v6 {& H9 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
* V* H, a$ i2 w7 c3 B8 @How you tried to set them free, 4 c# p6 K6 K& C1 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( W6 C6 V) L# {, i' i& M) r! [+ y7 t! a V
Perhaps they never will. |
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