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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, Y9 v8 Z z. D8 _. v9 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % b. t7 j0 N' X; Q& O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; }7 Q& S0 F5 O! U, RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 q' a8 P, X0 \! d `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, r+ _ B% {8 U8 D0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
" h8 C% \6 R' M( |5 y, G* NHow you tried to set them free, . z. W) G( g4 M! e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ M) d/ G. [/ ?% }+ ?$ Z/ A/ xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) T. ?' I& Q' n$ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: F1 |* O6 L6 i. R; AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! m; M# G9 i8 y9 ?# w9 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Q- \; F9 k" m/ _7 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 H: g! W) H Z2 P- |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% F+ G: U. n4 ]* E- c" c- AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( D3 J9 E" b1 `: y. {) eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: D [ M9 B N) m: ~& PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. m+ f1 |8 E: l8 L& |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
X% l& |' ^# \0 }1 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 p5 S6 Z* L F5 t8 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 L' x) K0 o/ }$ P9 [$ }# J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 s5 s/ \- c( @8 V: v7 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( v1 A9 ^. V/ s. s5 V6 r1 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 g* O: m$ F0 ^% C3 z6 M4 ^How you tried to set them free, 5 ]7 h7 _$ L: e2 G$ g& s
They would not listen they're not listening still, : l( v% G8 ~4 { B x- I
Perhaps they never will. |
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