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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) r$ i2 I* I- {, \4 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 s5 J0 U; F; K2 e! m; I6 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( E$ L5 l& q) {0 I5 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( C5 V3 f/ ~: h! k, t8 X- x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 J' [; s: ~1 a c6 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
) e% g9 Q2 f" Y+ J& _ @, {How you tried to set them free, ; H3 |1 s( l% J% p' M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v3 D% e! @- R$ L, d. ^8 B" qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Q/ i# Z! N9 |$ k, j! DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; f3 g$ ^0 @3 p2 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 X. {4 Z. }) T3 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 s& N2 x- M6 M, Q; N( @" x5 Q" U( aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * q- T) p+ z% d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; E0 H6 ~: S" L. Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" D, B3 r! z+ h2 L, ~But I could have told you, Vincent, , a7 S- G8 n8 ` x8 l9 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + x3 v: s7 f8 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 K$ U$ A {8 ]$ Q9 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( v- s: l1 @' ?! J
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, * H0 e/ o4 q' K
How you suffered for you sanity,
( B: `4 u( @# yHow you tried to set them free, 5 Y W1 w' Y9 x ?# U* G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 \9 W. W; n2 t: k0 x9 APerhaps they never will. |
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