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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: @0 ^; Z9 D% o7 G1 u5 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * q! g& U$ R: z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* m! [# l0 D! \8 G7 [7 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! h% i6 K8 B9 {9 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. W ~3 p4 K6 y: J5 p' h( p4 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^( ~1 M0 ]9 S8 H( C' x/ qHow you tried to set them free, 2 P( i0 g( e/ v* O6 q, S P& N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; [' G) u* L7 f% h" U/ I6 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ H3 y' ]7 I, V3 d6 @: cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: \1 U8 f# u- S) ~0 x) H7 ]1 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 W3 U3 @; r2 S; k6 `4 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : @2 W% J* ^* H1 }- y$ c/ p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; T$ g. p+ i& Q' i3 b E# e' P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( J3 g& B5 ^7 Q3 p/ @; u v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F. o5 a0 s) ], {But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ H0 X5 F3 {- j. P4 B. ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" k7 j5 \' f( Y; F) q/ H! lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 i. o1 L& o7 X$ R6 y& v0 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; {1 m5 G& z9 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 H+ u; j& G% c; |. A# S' f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! l9 Z, }: P" l5 R1 L6 B' k' a
How you suffered for you sanity,) l n4 V! z8 _5 y
How you tried to set them free,
& S4 j, s' v0 w1 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, , j" u+ N. e' N/ L; u- E0 t, I( l% z
Perhaps they never will. |
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