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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 m: U0 p3 j+ s# aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Y6 \# I0 n* m' |7 r" Z/ JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 V" H, Y$ z4 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ O7 g0 g1 K/ m1 j! m. A3 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me," U7 h4 M& q; F, L K& r+ U
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 _7 l/ n& [# W& LHow you tried to set them free,
1 Z1 P2 J# v6 p" wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 X3 R6 E# L% ~/ X) nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. B3 t& f/ {! ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; A5 f, s( R3 S2 _+ z( c+ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * j6 B( H! N L3 T) h# _$ }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 N% l. v' T! n: V/ H$ C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ?" c. A, t6 l% E+ H. C$ o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 t5 w+ E8 t4 O5 [7 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( A9 h: p6 o* [! `1 S* h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) l+ Y! T9 u F: d: N. |. `& nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 @* ~' ?2 F; I% O, C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) M. o' K' [& M3 k9 ], _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 [+ z# D8 @7 l$ ~) B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + q4 V2 A- T: R& m; [2 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Y" S0 Q- H& @# E' L% \
/ G" V. Z2 ` a* u5 g+ Z# z& u3 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 L1 T+ n! ~ i ~& tHow you suffered for you sanity," A* {% Y" [# \* P j' t
How you tried to set them free,
/ x' O5 y7 E, C! v& p3 _They would not listen they're not listening still, " W+ \4 }: p3 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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