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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ s4 _' B3 i6 z4 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 ^8 c+ J' a6 Y3 T3 f/ _1 J7 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 X& k( \+ K( `: d* ]7 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ y- ]$ {2 m8 [8 G2 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ o8 q, Q5 |* {; D
How you suffered for you sanity, ' F* p P# `& R3 t" V9 l8 t) G# X# H ?4 ~
How you tried to set them free, / H- A% L6 r1 q2 D4 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. r+ }% W( W+ B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 }& u9 j" Y8 ~: q; G& TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " v3 s. C. M3 T. Y+ [" Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 T7 Z4 }( Q/ s+ k/ t" _6 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ @% [6 B- X; J2 d/ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 f; W2 I' T8 X" Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x% \, x+ z) c1 B& V, _4 T- t" BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- o8 L) e; n" C2 @% ~% gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" P" M4 a/ _8 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 v1 }6 A7 J% g6 w4 K- z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Y2 ~5 p' Q bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^, X$ g x a) ^* kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 J8 B7 s) |: s* J+ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 Q2 i2 V( g# ?# n$ }
+ z+ z2 y( L# Q, b, J. V- SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* u9 E+ q+ t4 _2 e0 c. E7 HHow you suffered for you sanity,5 O$ h6 t% X$ _3 _
How you tried to set them free, # v- W( X6 `3 J, S p! ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! @4 ]4 j6 O% s# S2 A2 q4 l' W$ XPerhaps they never will. |
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