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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ^1 z# {" q: q$ r5 A3 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 h! R5 s3 z3 s1 `5 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 t$ e3 ?" q# l( R0 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 s5 X2 c) }8 B1 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 b7 H/ Q" I) o( \9 i. R8 C# uHow you suffered for you sanity, ; {$ _+ \+ W* O4 m0 A j- M4 x
How you tried to set them free, 6 V) C0 w9 j$ \' _- g4 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! h/ P" N& t3 X" m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% Z ^' T. X4 H) iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! _5 A( ^2 Q8 H @: |6 d# |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" B" h% E+ b! M3 l) q$ W0 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ O# G3 W/ M* F8 c: } XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 f. v% ~. n! z$ P. o( O, J: |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, o M; z5 Y0 |5 }* S- PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + Z7 }0 T2 Z2 y3 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Q/ R0 q' a! }3 s# V, x6 k, lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ p# s. o6 s) l( [4 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. L# o# _/ |6 x7 x6 Q5 c, aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 L2 t o$ J0 H2 A6 b( z9 Z/ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 v4 S/ ?9 ^; ^7 {9 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . o, X3 t8 s* k) r
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 w" F. X l+ ^! T; g4 f# ^( THow you tried to set them free, 2 q9 Q( k! w8 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ E# `; i# e/ ~* M/ O3 n& VPerhaps they never will. |
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