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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% S& n0 e _( ^4 U: P* v5 l0 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : K: g) V y7 [$ u' F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 i$ o9 ?" J: _6 g- }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 b. u1 z7 n' P5 \- t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 r- s2 C+ d# @5 Z7 ]* v+ h$ VHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ^2 I. y, O/ e9 U* }* v* C; {How you tried to set them free, # \# N, S0 w6 D3 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; n0 h/ D# Z; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 y8 c, G) `5 r5 {: K" U0 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; c* Q7 S2 a1 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 k% R$ i6 K7 [, q |0 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % q4 h/ F- O( v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! R9 B5 Q9 D* I H( ]* O3 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ _! q, O7 _- h4 U- kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# G" h9 w4 ]% x- u/ n' oBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ J" `5 E z) s. W% p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) Y6 w: @& Y9 ?1 ]) @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( N- j5 M4 S( y( K" J/ W" z( |; aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 s- C& B5 H# r1 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 V4 S- U3 y2 Z+ K# O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* [! K/ ~8 X1 J# |! m A4 W8 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
|4 w% l" O9 K4 I9 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,3 C% L* r0 E* f; i- P C% h S
How you tried to set them free,
! Z5 A/ b- t7 ]+ ]4 e+ ?* BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& a! Z1 g6 ^6 p0 hPerhaps they never will. |
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