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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ?+ U# p. @/ G3 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + p1 M- t# c9 S3 [- G) X1 q: K x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ @! I* @3 L5 {- T1 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& m X/ B( U, O1 V$ w6 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: @$ W) R" y8 [- D
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 p4 Z5 o9 F) z0 d4 |
How you tried to set them free, 9 M# T n* H. ?6 H+ d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- L, R- B5 X$ Q- B, U; UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! X. e# J8 C- ? [# VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( b( }" E( T2 E+ f- C( r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% J! @6 s, i Y# dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) ] _5 j8 h( B: a# H' C% P* h( |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 N: `) |! @' P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ^9 r9 v+ p: ~2 Y" {5 k' ~1 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q3 L# _4 \6 c- OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; e8 J# E: Z$ F; CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ^$ p/ c( O/ _2 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 p! B" \$ E( g( y. q" e7 j* t) JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 X' w9 ^, i& k5 D5 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 M1 r( b. Q4 ^, ~ J, I: |
7 f4 h( Z: F* ?8 j' u: kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 y" J, d. Y- C0 M
How you suffered for you sanity,6 [# v6 U+ L& @' ]; [
How you tried to set them free, ' h h5 F8 Z: i' B" u
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' [/ o$ _9 S1 ^, |' }6 c0 `0 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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