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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) W) a$ j: N' ^& dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 \9 q) a. }. w8 g+ q( e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
y% U9 m. x `( cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + r0 Q1 |1 V. q7 a( a. N6 O/ i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) W- X4 m% A( J$ Z6 s. B" l
How you suffered for you sanity, % C# y2 z4 P% `2 Q! l- w
How you tried to set them free, 1 ?- T0 F3 n6 d j: g$ w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ~# m- Z! u+ X" {/ L, L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % |6 Y/ {0 Q' R& |2 `0 M% j3 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: z- I$ }5 T; Y+ \1 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 g% _; E" l" Q: P: nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ b2 g0 Y6 p; n3 g( l# r Y* K3 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 Q Z/ l p2 Y, h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ ^( Z- F$ Y" A) S7 f2 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; m2 O& q- v$ o7 Z+ ]& i2 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 d* T5 {) x# q0 W, lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 ~$ K1 c/ }+ r' j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% \- _0 a9 ^) F+ |/ n1 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 j4 @4 x8 f1 J3 `9 O, u |& YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 H4 D9 `0 U! P: Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! d( K0 ^8 ?# n. G
How you suffered for you sanity,
: _; [* F$ B- A- @4 S% zHow you tried to set them free, + Y5 F: Z/ u$ @
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' K; ~5 J; s! o8 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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