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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( E' G( ?' x; h2 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) w6 C/ y' X, W$ P/ f! j4 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j: `: B }" L% T2 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 C3 t7 P0 u- V6 s' C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ U V. W2 R! Y, q. H, e7 B- sHow you suffered for you sanity,
; [; U f0 B3 ?- X% OHow you tried to set them free,
' A# c5 K' C$ O* v8 t( rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% F5 q6 R$ I# HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 P5 E" c. a2 X4 I9 B7 M' xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 e/ w6 Z% _( i* p$ K) a F- @; ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T9 { v- l: ]4 O5 P( D7 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# l6 k r8 w: u2 {) m% a( zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , A# h7 d8 T' G8 `$ N, ~2 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 E9 f9 b( i+ j5 V1 d8 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ X* {# D( ?/ o: f9 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, - v+ B l; L5 [1 P v5 C# B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ s+ T4 V/ b) l% xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 n6 A# y3 b& O$ Z! D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
o9 Q& s, o& v9 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! T6 Q* c |8 v) N# k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 l& p$ u5 o1 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- j& `5 h$ G% z' F( A5 z6 ?How you suffered for you sanity,. P1 w) [3 F# k# k/ X
How you tried to set them free, ) c9 E1 ]- [' j+ C3 r. g8 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ M9 i7 t/ b0 F Z# g" D5 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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