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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! B+ m, j4 B+ |, e4 e: ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) P7 ^8 l5 {; O. nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* G4 o# C/ V! p! V/ b# g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 F' v, B& u j6 ~. m" S- [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% N3 S. r1 _! `1 nHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 D/ d$ v- S$ e- j# q: J& B( u6 n( C* B
How you tried to set them free, 7 z5 H& l0 w6 d6 D+ z1 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! W# a5 H+ z) d! O0 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' x# J9 s& y+ @& X/ J0 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 B- G, P4 R$ k( MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 w9 h' W6 Y3 X( I, w! n, H% K
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,
% `5 F3 t+ ?# X' } N( ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; s! s) ?7 ~# G& ?+ _8 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' \! H; k$ H8 ?0 f+ a+ O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ^3 j0 {% U" B& I- p2 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 q% l" ?8 b4 v9 X( Q% t0 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , B P; j8 d: y- R' ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ D% S2 k+ |5 p& C$ [0 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : X) G& s( G& B9 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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~7 p+ X) |4 o5 F) |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; j3 O9 x- z Z! o" q8 e( Z3 _How you suffered for you sanity,
, y2 Z0 `0 ~6 s# RHow you tried to set them free, 9 D9 @. L$ C0 d% a9 N7 I; D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 Z% X( Z4 p7 E" O
Perhaps they never will. |
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