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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 [1 W5 w( t) Q0 @" k( ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % l Y3 x' ~6 C$ _( w2 B: Y% I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& L* r; X& E- P Q' N4 L, ?3 A6 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . K% f F: Z1 V! Z) V+ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# o/ |* R% @/ r B* N8 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ^: x3 h0 ?2 E1 BHow you tried to set them free, ( H8 i, j2 H; ~! h% A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: T4 v: @$ G; GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ~9 |/ r2 T3 B1 o7 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 d- S9 r. e. s6 `/ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% V! A# e( Y# e" I1 Z9 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % S. \" w0 b. ?9 B5 ~1 {) m8 o$ u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' y% M* {( o' u1 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& e4 Z" u, w" K' U# @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 W+ [* }! h3 \5 P' }/ ~' DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# b( @& Q. H2 z' J, W" xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O7 `5 D8 a( t |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 i' r; A- m' ?" Q; K hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' c8 @# ^4 y# J( c* w3 b' KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ p+ |+ g/ G8 ]* B8 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 d, }# o# q5 V& Z y$ f8 P
How you suffered for you sanity,7 E7 X& L6 c; {; } q! x: x
How you tried to set them free,
6 a4 G% ~4 E+ D9 R4 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) U. Z4 j+ q `% B
Perhaps they never will. |
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