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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ O9 g) v v" ^' ?! zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! B, F! `7 [: n( x5 {( U8 o; C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 @6 n8 q7 r8 v2 J# O( kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 w# C4 B8 N; n. y+ { I/ a5 R9 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% e, S3 r- y0 k k
How you suffered for you sanity, * x" n* T3 x" _8 }! `5 n4 Q
How you tried to set them free, ! q4 D" z+ L! M3 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, D" `9 q. b' t4 Q. l. y' wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + D8 u. H6 f% n" D# i' g8 w6 {2 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Q3 j0 w7 H. V' w6 l* C3 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / v/ @1 V" _+ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 d: t8 w0 }; GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; j9 x: i |: [7 ~8 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + w! @* {5 d+ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# a: L" R8 }8 f- B. d$ Z9 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
. q2 j- w7 _2 H2 D* xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ?: T3 o! I5 ?! l7 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) M( A" i6 s; H& l% vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
a6 x2 K$ |; g# Y) U4 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 z" E5 D: ^/ jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ k3 m O: C" [( |0 I9 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 A( |7 g/ c! d; w. FHow you tried to set them free, 4 i( x6 M( t% m& U: o' o/ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 a! s" G/ p) i, c0 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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