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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# q5 X& R4 W0 Q' u6 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 f' K$ z0 q1 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Q1 ]2 H' c* j8 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' o E* E, I( f) rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 x4 D$ ?: B, b5 W' ~( N0 S; f' U
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 A, M8 c$ B2 Z- d( C: y6 HHow you tried to set them free,
+ g g4 S9 y/ E; k4 Z5 y0 n* e" J' dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 P7 m! h* u# n# pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ^8 i' `. d# w: q; x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: w! _7 o7 d0 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, V' q* v5 t+ Y$ L9 G2 Q8 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 m! l* c& L5 H% z! Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- F. u7 s7 Q2 n0 ^0 D- ~) F/ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v0 m' H; _, x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 i4 s+ f+ _9 L" J" g6 t$ QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 W/ b- w; I6 Z$ ?* |' G( a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; n* W9 y g& L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 \: v/ K8 R' d! ^* v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 u7 M* n+ T H8 u* K. @$ B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 d$ E4 h; b# `, W* A# {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% \ Z, B: b4 k9 o$ }$ mHow you suffered for you sanity,0 Y4 H2 Z* ~' x
How you tried to set them free, , o) @& X8 M4 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 j4 }: ^/ O* j& Y/ j# T
Perhaps they never will. |
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