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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 v4 c9 G, N4 m. ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Z3 c( X$ W4 q6 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 q) t6 D- e: j0 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / \* T; z$ v: Y T, X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, L6 K y; S& b$ Z" d! R
How you suffered for you sanity, / Y# g& _0 U) W) y! }
How you tried to set them free, 6 O1 C9 R: W, `6 d R, }8 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 z7 P$ e: b) @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( E/ `+ B$ s, T0 i2 W- i* iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 z0 V2 c) H9 C' C" Q5 n4 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
l+ C; b: Z! o% \1 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ q8 M# e7 E4 o- L$ T3 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 L( g" c, f& p" k3 _8 S! kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 v$ I- k/ n3 `4 w, A5 k8 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, y6 p! O, ~0 O D' k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! F: i q/ Y, x$ c- ~8 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & C# z. t( [0 x3 J" e, x; p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' `+ a) ^; V/ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & g" e% K) v7 k! z+ m6 f/ T6 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 G& K4 |5 v0 ~: x B. KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 w x: C$ p) X- L1 u: o1 rHow you suffered for you sanity,3 x- Q* n9 I7 j
How you tried to set them free, 5 _: o) V. T: {% w9 [ y$ e& e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 z. p4 ]+ _8 L. D* b2 Q$ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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