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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& a3 k2 b. E# xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* V2 K' j# d8 k& kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: _" M4 ~% S) a( k- k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & }0 y$ ~; b6 a' @& V+ y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" E/ A2 l) Q8 C, ^* KHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 M+ B. ?5 n) G6 y% NHow you tried to set them free,
7 P# w3 u1 P- ^" L1 T) C& t: f* CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 s/ o2 S. B, k! i1 J2 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 S+ O$ d, A$ F/ q2 U1 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; [/ h7 }7 Q" l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |) ~9 n$ G: L( Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K' `" t8 i( a0 U% Z# e3 t* b* \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 }: x& v7 e! E/ t( IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* U- S) }; g8 ?* hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ J" s# @& ?) o2 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# P& K- x9 c6 Y% M9 x$ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) G8 s( [9 H$ ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- J; i- m. o7 ?, DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " I d* Z( J" S2 Z& C& [4 h
The 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,
7 {1 O) b, f$ h4 x, V+ o" pHow you suffered for you sanity,2 f$ m2 }, e2 H4 g' c) g
How you tried to set them free,
2 x- L: [# A6 T, S' gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. _8 W! }/ }& `6 ]& |0 QPerhaps they never will. |
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