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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 C8 V: E' I" u$ M$ n% hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 X( \. c% W$ \, e+ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 L1 a! ]. b; B. j% F$ u) S0 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. a- C' U# ]6 @$ C' J$ H: `+ D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 y' X( M; l+ a3 C+ l
How you suffered for you sanity, + H3 v0 y. p* t
How you tried to set them free, # Q" t4 E1 `2 X. R" D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , e: [, ^* t+ q, Z* i5 E' F4 o( M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( b2 Z% y+ i7 z0 p2 b- x) S3 J" K' [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 A* m' w* v ]/ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& Y+ r& U& Q8 U; K% D1 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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U- a# l( F1 B ^7 k+ f; j7 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + I+ X4 f- @; _* R2 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" M7 @7 V$ o6 j% I2 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 _* {6 e( l* C& w, J1 \7 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 g5 m. F( V) W! ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! j1 V% S5 h+ rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - a7 n; v4 d6 r+ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - k3 L0 C! a) D. {+ `7 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 I+ u. ~7 v: u3 ]' k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 t3 g- F: h( n# ]# ]. g) q( QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 L) Z# C: ?- G4 ~ W4 G5 P
How you suffered for you sanity,& u. y7 y! F/ b: V
How you tried to set them free,
! E- ]" ]6 b6 s1 U* @- nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 r: S# A A1 o5 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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