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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ E* H6 N1 O& _7 V$ t* a% g; GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" G1 ^# a+ E1 C$ MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ v+ r2 l: F7 J2 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 |) W* y; g+ Q( ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% b' a# d i3 C j, j
How you suffered for you sanity,
! q! g' Y; `% WHow you tried to set them free, 3 S" w* i5 y9 U4 k, z1 Z" F' O0 t/ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 g! k' F- s' H, V; {4 X5 ~$ n I# q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 w6 J, C* {) a9 {* K% hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ]% `; n8 W! i( O) J+ n5 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 F5 Y U" I1 G' L6 z! h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , A! B; G# U. K- D& e2 `/ P& ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 W; N8 I2 q5 B7 x' `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, R. ^5 H$ U& H3 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, " | K+ z9 _3 P$ O8 ?" k2 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& D S0 O/ t, E4 ~, n, e0 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) z1 Q7 v, L/ ^* M7 }; N/ ^, IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) ^. b4 P0 t% }/ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" G5 S- Z5 p4 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . U, Y8 L( e" |5 C% H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- b3 U( y8 x$ A+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ~" g# I# e7 ~" x# RHow you suffered for you sanity,
w2 }) @0 o/ n3 N3 oHow you tried to set them free, 1 b' R4 q% u. w" y- P* r4 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# B( i6 L% i d/ H( r: s6 CPerhaps they never will. |
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