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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% o" a" t# W% ^! fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' Y9 w+ s1 Z9 y, CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' Y3 i2 _, M8 h4 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ e! P! g8 i; f3 C) M& k$ Q6 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% G h. z7 o& L' \How you suffered for you sanity, - h9 s! L/ y) T1 V4 @; w2 R1 O6 H$ {" W- ]
How you tried to set them free,
1 w% S. }. `% C+ T- S' D7 L; nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- m r' K7 n: c' V0 b- [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( o8 x! \3 d+ t/ }; {) g% C# q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; u6 {( p2 a, w" R9 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 U( ^4 R3 E+ ] W( G1 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 W9 k$ z4 ]4 M; @& j" }: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + z4 T! Y7 q% d; X6 r+ c' Z! `. m5 S7 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( b' z8 n. r! T# _) O7 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ _) @0 f6 E$ H5 X/ f/ PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" e6 H' f; f4 U/ A! OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ h# O3 d0 r) P8 S0 R' Y% R
; Q% {0 D* C% C4 n5 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) ]$ G( a4 P' w9 ]- {- J* h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 V: B- y+ u1 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: p: t7 R I/ H: n# e$ s7 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; c1 q3 b5 w! l( K6 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! A$ R$ b7 U( RHow you suffered for you sanity,8 L$ [$ E5 R; s* ?3 J
How you tried to set them free, ) s' h7 z& P* {+ y. z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" y* o9 x0 k) Q0 F% ]% ^8 k- S# T2 mPerhaps they never will. |
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