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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 n3 y$ j( m2 D# O( VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* X" F6 c& [' x; ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) b& D! r# Y% D- }* r# I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Y/ a, X6 M6 v" Z0 r" i6 u9 {& C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 c) }3 j' O. QHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Q" {+ E; K, J1 c# gHow you tried to set them free, $ |; z" N+ I' a# F& E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 i/ {( |1 t& L: Y( A4 K! iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 T; L9 l8 F1 ]: m) l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + I, i# ~; k' |) U Y0 ?6 e# a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 P- e- K8 U) |& X7 N# m1 e+ Q/ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 j, L. Q9 J/ H5 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 O0 y3 n) K" W8 k# O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* K" H9 D! F2 o7 |& kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 _. s! d% {/ d. p! R
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ _2 e% i- X: p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 G4 {1 D+ v' @7 _) y. S( K5 K
, H# T6 l# b( G/ s! q) _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' |# I7 l; e: ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % V) {) ^3 p6 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 x1 ^( ?' |2 ^/ L: @! ^/ L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 E! V/ ?1 P9 A, t1 Z( @* M+ Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ^/ M; q* \" z) AHow you suffered for you sanity,& m k. X- J3 ~/ w
How you tried to set them free,
% P' V4 n9 t0 G/ D$ f# V h! d# bThey would not listen they're not listening still, # X5 b) K8 E: U0 t. \; n$ z6 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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