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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ X- k" @, k/ W( ~, pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Q9 L9 M2 q. u" \& Z5 ?6 U! _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 G0 H: w8 P, F& M8 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) {5 F2 j: p, @* o* N9 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) }- w6 w. r" DHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 q5 {( I5 Y" r+ T+ f/ ZHow you tried to set them free, / V9 a% q" n4 t# g" L! T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( z U! E% k" O. Y9 t' g! d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 A/ a. @$ \% _- bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% @! z& `; H& S( SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 K4 l- |. q+ o/ g4 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 f5 o8 Q8 a1 v* f2 V& r9 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; N% {7 q: U. }6 @) u) TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! G. i; i( }- T0 s: @& r0 c1 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 U" B; I$ v3 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 t% d, n$ g. I9 ~. x3 d# c- v0 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ P8 [, M) U/ y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ]7 C$ ]: o) t2 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) k: l ]8 k$ W$ e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* h; t" n, y2 u5 ?. ]+ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ K% V9 [" M& Y+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ] d' H5 h J- d' }3 w$ ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
: s8 P! g h0 o4 zHow you tried to set them free,
. t) F% d4 z, G" j( y: z9 {4 |They would not listen they're not listening still, : J2 S+ m0 M# T/ i: @$ l v
Perhaps they never will. |
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