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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; y. a0 F6 k' F9 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 _9 p z s2 i4 X. Y+ {9 f2 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 j" e) {2 l8 y# E+ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 x7 H) B; C) s( c1 Z1 C, X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* j& d, j* I. T
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 z8 ?; h! {: L9 `6 fHow you tried to set them free, 0 a, q1 a, `8 _# o. m* g% X6 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! h+ h9 Y# d5 c6 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ^5 C% L9 l1 ?& `" \" C( Z& f0 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 O, z4 K Q) Q3 Q E% A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 h6 T3 ]) ^- o, {! C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. s0 ^. b+ m' Y* OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- y8 f9 D$ c6 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* B% U' t; Y# p0 } rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ q: b# f/ t* W \$ V
But I could have told you, Vincent, " O8 Q5 l( w: z; X1 X6 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * [4 Y4 ^. H3 B/ m$ l4 [6 M' f7 a% _& [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 \0 v; n5 v" y. c4 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 w* R* e5 O( S9 O" NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - c8 h6 Q4 w( E( ]9 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # B. k, ^' f2 W2 S2 J
How you suffered for you sanity,+ D. N/ [ b& `( ~* J* c9 U
How you tried to set them free, + x# r; o. R. U# `# R/ T* A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; i1 O K5 c$ M3 C* T9 Y* H! tPerhaps they never will. |
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