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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 t1 ~. [' T2 y# M6 z% V5 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; X- {% L7 `( ]* B* B" N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* J. D& Z1 |2 A1 `& dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 x% k+ v% I3 T5 V% G$ ?$ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 }+ D1 U3 H4 b0 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
( [4 Z6 p6 Q. p7 g9 `& JHow you tried to set them free,
5 T7 v0 H- x. E2 K1 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; y3 ?2 y! M# h0 Q5 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 M9 u# o- ]0 ~+ R8 H; }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 q/ w: Y* v# F: b0 M& `- z4 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; R7 w/ i2 _# D, P" _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / N! K: O8 M4 k4 o; N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) i5 U6 ~2 s; ^& N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) e+ u T% h3 A7 S2 _3 Z3 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ?" d2 N. r9 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, N0 V: n8 s! e0 X0 l1 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. `! V3 e# S- |8 \! v7 v+ MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 \! c- s) v1 ]/ k, p: rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 I" s! g9 f, }! S! J) T
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,
9 t5 ]0 N& T# {How you suffered for you sanity,& r% g2 C& ]& S# U
How you tried to set them free,
9 Q; t9 R6 ^* }3 H A2 C7 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; w6 e% {: d# k4 u7 P2 M" s! CPerhaps they never will. |
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