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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, @* ~! _1 C( KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. S) J. X+ }( [( f" eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( S4 Z. V0 u8 T+ h7 ]; k. h, {4 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 P( H2 ]) p0 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* K* K: x; [7 _0 G& E( F8 c/ RHow you suffered for you sanity, * D6 b2 T) y$ G/ C
How you tried to set them free,
9 [5 h) \* w8 {4 u$ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* I O: I% A2 N' oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 N( S/ n1 ^: v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - e ~: b2 ?9 \& i9 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Z) a3 k$ v. {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( v1 h, K" J7 A8 o4 E$ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& D' J. n3 g+ o- Q5 u: oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / V2 j$ _- S+ ^4 G8 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 |0 R6 H E7 D2 q- z% ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, f ^" R4 W3 w: KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s% O9 E2 z4 p* S# s# n- {: kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 H6 t3 I* \9 g# F( Q) DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% C! G( h; |% ]6 G; M3 E! J" PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , |; A7 J# r9 \& N$ t7 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,6 v* m3 d- [/ n$ I6 W! ~* S
How you tried to set them free, ' d2 g5 e+ s2 k, O7 o& `7 X9 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, % k2 q7 z* W" n
Perhaps they never will. |
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