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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* _: ?; O) @6 D Y, iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; _. d% u/ a2 a3 y5 F, EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: n- }: I: y5 j! @5 M; ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 W& r. W! ^" B% Q8 d5 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 x- D) t8 V1 \6 o2 q! b: r0 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, * p+ e' ?2 v7 r6 V$ r; C
How you tried to set them free, & l; E; K! s7 B0 f' i9 {2 b0 C* U0 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: w# F9 y$ E+ S8 F1 Z' C# q! _% Z5 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 B8 w0 h, X7 h7 y; dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, P- Q% J4 G8 X! P# O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - R9 M0 r+ D6 |0 C9 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - t' P* H- `) a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 {' `# w) V* ~& ]; B& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; h r+ L9 J0 \# B9 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 m% C: I# L" E4 z- g
But I could have told you, Vincent, + G) T2 B4 A& d3 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, K( d% [5 K$ lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! z7 b) s) h' l- d# uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ` ~: _8 h E' I7 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& W* T4 G# ?6 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) { u1 L( W" l( d" ?+ {# t: P
How you suffered for you sanity,1 F2 a+ w2 z: B4 L4 C# B5 q
How you tried to set them free, Y( C0 E! N9 V2 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 n {5 k/ O) i% N. L' L
Perhaps they never will. |
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