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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 r+ p1 B' E( _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - U% j! g- Z2 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# J; h- e% e5 @: X) l6 ^7 }+ r5 ~! LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 T% n" v: u: F' a% p, hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 r# y+ Z" ]2 `5 U' g+ x! N2 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 A) g3 D F) i
How you tried to set them free, ; y8 Y& Q3 ` C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . h( p- J7 v/ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 w/ W+ F3 k; F. Q L0 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 D! b1 R9 g9 Z7 u% S( J9 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * A* F' g( l/ Y; ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: }' T* ?: U/ @" a% [0 v( X9 a, GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' Q& ~% Q0 F5 d" oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 I4 V, c4 f9 S) m" i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : F$ y- `2 u. w1 Q! W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( Z5 q5 V6 A* E* d2 B0 G! a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 `8 ^7 H6 M P- ^: HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. N4 G& ?' d8 k/ l; p/ w7 a9 }- }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * y p! P( m; S, y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & c R% ^( M8 k( m& l; F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 R. z/ e' P# w7 |0 U
How you suffered for you sanity,) F8 s8 T, M8 I9 x" K% x( Z
How you tried to set them free, 4 o% N) j3 @- h, y s9 V4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- G, c: E, J8 v3 N5 gPerhaps they never will. |
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