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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ^3 @. c4 F8 h, d# BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 M% o2 j! F: H; G' O7 z7 H1 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: s& k# _: x2 o: h- q6 g: fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* g+ p; ?' Y3 G; R- H; u3 T9 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ^9 R9 E3 J) THow you suffered for you sanity, % Y M3 P% ^, D3 y" q
How you tried to set them free, # H( X3 i2 g* w" a6 ]3 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 K ]9 {; `" c, O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : d2 s( j7 n, ]0 f, ] X1 M- @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # c% T) F7 d7 t+ b& D2 n0 w' I7 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 t5 D; a* k) C5 R1 ~, LWeathered 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,
$ E8 _7 g& O- t8 Z3 P: e2 f! _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. L1 k) P6 L3 [' f: y& B* Z1 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, u3 ^9 g* p; M7 [1 U7 s2 N+ X7 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! T; T8 x- a0 P5 e7 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 `3 s8 o" @" v# i3 I0 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " Y( j# H$ v( ^0 {. O3 ^- v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 `& {0 V5 u4 J8 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 I. @5 V. j0 _- F* ]4 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 g6 b3 [4 n6 f: B$ x, T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 v4 M' Z+ K. u9 j& @* v' c0 o: Z! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ]/ O3 X q0 `+ H/ ^ OHow you tried to set them free, ; E1 M( l" M* \( o3 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, & K, W' e( N, l8 L7 z! `4 Y& w; S
Perhaps they never will. |
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