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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 m2 h8 F6 N+ S8 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * L+ Y8 g+ s" F: @) k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 A1 w* r9 I! r0 d# R7 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 s9 d9 T; K9 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ L3 m ]7 N4 e/ H8 a" c# _How you suffered for you sanity, " t* Y$ q `8 L9 H' ?8 l) f
How you tried to set them free, . @' J' T$ ?7 T% Q. U: m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 l0 B7 C! _( P% F2 q+ E/ r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : B, r$ w) W$ ]1 i; I$ ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) y) c/ f$ |6 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, b, O* c) f0 I8 n
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,
, ?2 ?" k; K+ E$ m& ^( tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: C9 X6 b- d, X1 s8 N; d- a4 F- \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# p; G! J* d5 g( A: SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 U# c V( @9 ^$ z0 ^, RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 V* ^9 Z: V! T; o1 B2 m1 E/ j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 n8 B& O* _/ K1 Z% w2 Z6 ^) M8 J/ {: tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 @9 k) T6 x( f% b1 j2 \. v' PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, t6 \- S; W, D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. l. L. s* }- V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ~9 p& Q3 Y% T- A# L
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 I, U! _: X) b8 G8 c3 b: JHow you tried to set them free,
) g1 j( L2 G/ G: H* V, kThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ n& H0 r2 N3 D$ ]2 h: U
Perhaps they never will. |
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