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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 f# q1 j% _) nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ^, F! B8 R, e. z* k' jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# Z' n, r7 D/ {; W7 k9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' @' g4 g# i6 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- Z$ A a; u+ @ e" W) l1 ?" v3 w( k
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 N* A* A: ~& V! i9 m! l' AHow you tried to set them free,
@. `: O1 `# d( m6 @: c TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( y, `$ ]. e, ], Q1 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 q5 R# Z( r! OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ \$ n A! e6 {6 D0 p9 {& K2 N4 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . P5 l! {- q/ Q5 e$ N* C' F Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 r% r4 o4 T- v4 x, n! y; K
- T0 b2 Y& g, X: E" M4 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , j1 F+ @/ {: F! W7 t+ H: k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* v) l) G. I" t* iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # ~) r, X! a2 v. Y# K7 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, - ?8 j' `1 X9 H! a5 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - W9 p: W+ {. W) w. k: V( B" Q! K# }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 g& Z! f" U- S4 z; y& j0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ U3 M0 T; [3 E w, ?! J- i; l+ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % m1 T% U. ^, ?4 ]( |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 _/ d9 Z& D. E( d2 a9 P0 @: [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 H# F+ o8 h! X2 T4 T+ \ BHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ^: j7 @. i* p, fHow you tried to set them free, 8 i$ M4 v4 R1 p! o9 o _% t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 H3 x- k, U3 ^+ nPerhaps they never will. |
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