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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 V* v' s( R9 Y4 E: FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 B+ k2 B- Q7 L. j _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ]. S( P, ?3 i+ |3 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 q5 U$ S0 Z. RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 o. N5 ~5 J7 ^! F! X: K6 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k/ `3 K# A+ p- n, a- DHow you tried to set them free, / H" l3 D! O# o7 p* z' \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 i& |; ^0 g* j3 B: O* Z* NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 \, M# P$ N* [, c2 _* F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Y7 A8 }# B3 b& G0 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ U8 y2 f: ?) lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 X0 }8 z# h; r$ n6 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; v) Z1 @4 S9 O; b g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 b' Y! J6 J" L. s& t8 F" tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 A7 R& v7 }$ l% XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; e/ P, g; h* cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 P4 T: y* Z1 Y' R# r! d: u) S! LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 P) Z! `, s6 |& X* |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 m" F: o0 v1 g* A3 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ?* c* _, {. x) x* O( R; ~& g2 m
! o/ u/ c2 ~- I: a/ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ g7 u8 o( v0 n5 p+ i) R& RHow you suffered for you sanity,
) [9 Q7 a& N& O2 `How you tried to set them free, 1 K2 c7 q, }* h) v( {* C& w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) g( T, n. o) K i: y" U3 F3 R$ uPerhaps they never will. |
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