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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* v+ J% F; h( Y4 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" A* d. _ C1 y* _- z% UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ i) E8 S( ~6 h% Y1 i7 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 n5 k3 ^& E# ^: ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' w2 Y0 U+ k6 a# eHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 B0 Q1 Q1 n( _. c& UHow you tried to set them free, ! w" B; I; }/ Y7 g' D% }: c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) j8 Z7 s$ z- }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 X! R, V+ I3 x9 }& `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ `; z5 s- j% g4 h- s6 G' y1 b( K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 l0 W" G& `) c# g+ d5 P6 @: ]9 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ~+ E1 y8 V4 \: h( J# [' o7 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 k& z4 H: E" h4 w8 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! z9 w$ t/ _1 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # E) r% s, I( s' o$ Z R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" \1 M4 a) _, i+ }, k( T. JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
N' ~: o, f3 n" a/ b7 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. @3 r; h& O: n6 T8 }# TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 \0 b1 G/ N( F O' ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; H9 m4 O- @7 J3 c$ ] pHow you suffered for you sanity,
* f, k) \ ?% P7 t2 o% YHow you tried to set them free, ( ]! m" i) V2 t- D! _3 K* U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 m/ a+ t# c6 [- l( B
Perhaps they never will. |
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