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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: }0 u* Z9 d: Z5 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * P K6 D/ W7 m* X5 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 O L; K# E. s; l4 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 v6 b- |& w% I2 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ ]0 y8 X# h; N! k' |* I
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ I% B3 X! l3 _; \/ ]How you tried to set them free,
4 E; K+ }/ b9 V& _0 }3 n. VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
j% n1 U2 L2 t# w% s0 y; `- I4 u4 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' S9 z* ?* K" Y3 Q& B+ i, B- oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 w4 P+ W4 K4 P' }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# a2 |8 z- P8 C9 ?2 F/ P) \7 r2 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. z7 \" z; {* N, zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 C/ w% s# z0 h# m9 [) w. j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 Z7 H0 Z- L. h& D$ I* oBut I could have told you, Vincent, " T, j* T! y y( N& G1 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) y" [4 M8 O3 J* {0 M" a: ~8 p9 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! f+ L+ L; y; ~* X" [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 E# z* ^+ s) B) E1 X' Q+ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Y* K- x& P9 a- m
2 p4 p8 t2 T5 \% gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 {, J1 I* i1 }2 k$ WHow you suffered for you sanity,4 y7 i: s+ T; t' y6 Y. ?
How you tried to set them free,
" z* P$ r1 l1 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ]1 m$ @$ c: g0 D9 }# E8 \4 t% e4 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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