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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- q5 [$ N6 f+ o* P6 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , d; l+ M3 J, J6 ]" F7 [/ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' `3 U0 j& z4 a7 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / G( x8 L6 p9 [+ v3 R9 t8 X; w, r( t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( K/ s! L9 H' `# qHow you suffered for you sanity, / i/ V$ N% n) f2 w3 p. c
How you tried to set them free, ' f, p3 Z: _8 d1 _6 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # F& s7 t c! F6 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 _( g7 i$ Z9 _$ \5 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 s( h; M- B9 z7 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 e9 {, B8 ~! A1 f) \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 V9 _& i% Y3 f# \ I7 | i/ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# s% o" M( i5 n5 ~5 o4 i) ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ t- @6 G6 X4 O! _But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 P+ P* Q1 n. a4 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 T" h5 K( x1 `: D h p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
q+ _. R* o% J7 f/ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 w( @5 P) D, b- a9 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 `7 [9 s m8 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 M% X$ k, W1 I5 SHow you suffered for you sanity,: L1 I& {5 J! V3 M+ ~( }
How you tried to set them free, & x( Y) C( q W J+ _: M
They would not listen they're not listening still, . z& {# W0 ^* E/ c" I! h% d
Perhaps they never will. |
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