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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* C E) m( K8 B# M% g! aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 `- ?* I& z* U! Q6 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," {. U$ _4 I" _, d5 ^+ i2 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 t) i5 ]; K! _" t$ U& |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ \! K- H# `4 Y: K/ a P* |& M" e2 d0 |How you suffered for you sanity,
, i3 ]% r- H" T9 C- {How you tried to set them free,
0 b# p# f0 |' \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) m( x5 z* r4 J& @" ?! f) BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i- b: W) V1 b/ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 x1 j3 v5 j3 e% G( x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 o/ X( C) t6 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ i+ _0 w; ]8 j- `! B7 m$ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: s2 E0 q0 F& ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 T# T. P( l6 a$ m$ x gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- k& }: K% U0 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 H2 a5 d9 G" P+ b, a7 E6 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( K6 g3 l- D& N t9 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Z, c. K+ j, o: F# a- h( HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' X, i x! [# P. v8 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 B+ `; J& }; Q: y& t( D" a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) o9 s! G; [* d% L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 q1 s; J" [, o; C* F- \+ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 N( h" o4 T) n7 t, zHow you tried to set them free, 1 p: d& I. M: {7 O. C$ e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 q6 p0 { n3 ~ }Perhaps they never will. |
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