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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 a- b1 @) D& ~, v% a* }8 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 g: `- U3 l0 H9 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 J: K, r9 s4 f1 d" r/ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( k7 p+ A" U( E% N# L1 x1 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& o0 Y8 X$ _* E! ?8 NHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ]" E, n1 N$ H) H8 w+ k
How you tried to set them free, 5 E% _) O+ X/ F( v( @4 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O# m) \& ^1 R3 I D$ G1 Y# cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, L% C/ J; g9 A/ t/ M$ N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - k2 |6 Q' g y: Y# {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. T' h Y5 D. J4 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& S7 N# a# S( _7 k$ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , O5 V2 Y9 V3 x$ v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : i# c+ F: o0 N G% \, D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: f2 `# Y5 k' m: A# D: s. U5 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 L1 G2 n2 |4 V. T" n5 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& {' [! Q$ z5 M \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ], o# B% O( P/ }- | ?8 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 r- i8 v+ Y/ }/ k7 W' uThe 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, % K2 u4 h3 p5 J* ]# }
How you suffered for you sanity,1 _" I) C, D, i
How you tried to set them free,
/ h' L, q6 W2 A& S& I: @7 B8 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, * ~+ {8 R1 D: }8 f( b
Perhaps they never will. |
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