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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, U9 X, o$ ?3 b8 ?2 L' u2 |5 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ]# v) P" ~* W9 q9 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ `- g7 r, n2 v# _; n V4 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 b/ d8 K% O+ P' M# p% `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: g; ?1 }3 O5 E" V) SHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 U. _8 v" H3 {0 l. U) XHow you tried to set them free, 8 n# ?8 D) @& b( Y5 o8 U9 R' o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( r( h7 b8 B% h. a+ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; _/ R& P6 X& J* E( P2 f8 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 p4 T8 \9 R" i! s( m1 i3 A$ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; N. d: q7 L8 V( X4 Y! [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; g( n- |6 X$ J# p! v9 y1 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 E- V) C0 L( ]" r' eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ^$ W! D- l% s4 f9 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 u, Z a, t, \9 A# i/ H" EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ m% M8 D/ T) o/ q. C/ fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Q3 C% o$ T) k: d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! p! ^% f% ]9 U. k, l" o" r* wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ W* n3 V9 r" X5 a3 p) y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, w- j" z) e$ }9 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 i* ~/ h6 N& W) _2 W& s' aHow you suffered for you sanity,
' a/ C% G4 B& N& M$ eHow you tried to set them free, ( S n0 U% I. ]$ y: K
They would not listen they're not listening still, # Y# N u' P1 H) n6 c+ }
Perhaps they never will. |
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