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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) K/ @! X+ {5 E4 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) b! \0 v G7 E: O( K% g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Q+ ~2 D T# `- @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 G! G" Z& p% k3 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% g' B+ I$ F3 OHow you suffered for you sanity, # y& l% ^& b3 K
How you tried to set them free, * o* \* Z: V; V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( O! t q' I X3 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. l U/ i" N7 h$ Z9 x5 n5 S9 b. \; Q6 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - Z* F; {0 x* p3 ?9 R( z! l' [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 l# d8 ?4 {- r) M) s
Weathered 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,
2 M9 [7 [& ^- o& ?. r! e$ JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( T! [- y- |* v. m) g5 p! IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" \+ v9 {7 I5 _0 ]: V" H! kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 J" I& o) T/ K3 a6 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' d0 x5 H H8 H# G9 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 {" d1 B- _2 K8 ^4 O# v7 B, eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ P# X& H& ~8 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . w% n2 }. c) @5 D: \& D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 |2 ]" g4 n# b* B) t6 F h
How you suffered for you sanity,8 j1 Z' F G, p; D B( l2 z
How you tried to set them free, " [) R& g+ S; ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ x" s+ {- K: m' WPerhaps they never will. |
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