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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" [ {8 K# L5 \+ }2 T1 B2 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, b2 W3 G" n' N, i9 {. B. O4 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 G6 z# _# w2 i9 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 a4 ~1 R4 W! {3 E& C/ z& u" o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; {; S4 o0 v! y$ c' }! r8 |7 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
" R( h, Q, R1 w# |' \: vHow you tried to set them free,
( F: y, [$ P4 ]1 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 j3 A" b# y2 l2 ~6 I9 q" wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 j9 }0 O* [+ n9 R d- n8 P5 S8 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . t! V4 a3 {% g0 R1 J: ]$ m$ I9 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( w0 L! Y9 }5 `4 {: `: X* ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * D% s, C1 w# C* v) N3 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + H4 q9 ]% S; Q+ t1 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + t6 X* B( ]* U- L% o+ L% `& \& b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Z# V2 S- D) q! X. S. _1 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, / [3 K. ?0 x; ~# M2 \- ^7 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 U, q7 D& N8 G5 v8 k& KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I8 |* y6 O% D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 }. T: C: v- D/ q" MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ }4 N+ t, j. r; e$ |/ R3 x DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
F" a5 L: ]+ S. O2 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
" P) Q, u H8 t! _- r9 P1 ~How you tried to set them free,
. y9 k+ @# d3 K% r% M0 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 U' P+ q1 J- E5 Q7 C9 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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