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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 g6 [& \. G$ S. m, z3 k MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?7 ~( ^% z/ i) X7 v6 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, ^2 [0 q1 P: Q8 q P6 `$ L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - m' G1 j! K* A& e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 p( c) F4 r8 C5 YHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 y K. c: x& b: z
How you tried to set them free, % \$ s N7 i4 N& P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) q. `" i* y# i w* V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; O" c8 `/ V8 y. r# s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 B6 y0 {/ y5 i; e+ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - i; v: T- }5 }6 t
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,
; x9 A4 I5 Q' u* MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Q0 Z- ]" p+ l8 r/ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' i; o) m" X3 ?/ Q; _/ x9 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 ]& y, U8 k6 Z3 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Z Q4 K( S( R" j; }8 Q; w! ~, NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' E2 g/ p" p* s5 N; c0 G+ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ^6 R$ a2 A+ ^& q5 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Y$ F$ Z' V7 S! f$ b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: _# h7 ?; j8 Z( s4 I) H7 NHow you suffered for you sanity,. x# C: h, t. i4 F8 j3 _, f
How you tried to set them free, 0 T2 J1 y- r* ^9 I$ o! k4 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 g; W {5 b- l* x7 H6 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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