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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* F& \+ T7 s d- Z, s- l/ RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + |% G7 D0 I- Y% Y3 x0 r' N+ ]3 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 e. r1 n, z m7 W1 {8 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^3 \; L! R, ~0 y8 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" E; J; m6 O( W6 f3 K! C3 |0 ?/ o/ e5 _How you suffered for you sanity, 1 G2 j5 x* E, J$ I. e) a4 o
How you tried to set them free,
4 Q' \# N8 N/ [" d, [: SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ~* m5 d6 ]/ {; e, jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" c2 ]. B) Y- h3 Z& U( aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / s4 ?* C7 J0 E1 s t* q7 B- k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 W0 Q" T* u2 m$ |% x Z% c8 WWeathered 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, : V4 g" z8 o, X: O k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 L7 }7 o" G8 Q& m' y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 O* \0 [# h1 l6 I z2 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, + T8 N7 M h$ J/ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ U0 U& f& [6 F2 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" p7 s( l/ t+ ^3 w! t6 [: C8 ^9 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& l3 A( L9 H$ Z! y! |# RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 s( }! R' l- J: _( y
8 F/ _% W( h+ H# p1 H9 x: qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 Y) f5 a! i( l. M7 s: X
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 [* ]+ X' Z3 P( e! JHow you tried to set them free,
; y8 N# M. Y$ `! gThey would not listen they're not listening still, + @1 w7 ^5 t5 ~; Z) w- O
Perhaps they never will. |
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