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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! n1 `, \# Q v0 p9 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 V3 Z1 h: t8 x, U9 V" ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I H5 n) q+ n8 v$ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 d* I& E7 C7 |! X0 n6 w% m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 g+ O. |! @0 T2 R, k+ [
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 R1 ~6 u* a/ Z6 T8 O) J- R
How you tried to set them free, * O5 y5 ?) q5 k* k$ V9 ]0 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ M/ b ]0 A0 G4 r& c; p( |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , D: y! G5 i" u: H. Y" A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) x+ u6 ^ S1 H; L, F' dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Q4 s0 Z- s8 ^& Q- B
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, 6 w* o% j2 v3 ~ }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( U* o6 c9 w0 ?7 d% z OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / V- K _; }1 ~$ Q- s
But I could have told you, Vincent, # T; E) o. ~: F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * G9 M: n! f0 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : R% L: b0 P4 r6 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( |4 s* \1 D" R K. T( I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " @- t# j- j# D- ?: [& Z) M
4 L2 e5 Y' _7 p% o. o" t" DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 Q9 t; w" G! |- [
How you suffered for you sanity,
! e5 [1 h3 m) f' g4 HHow you tried to set them free, 9 B7 h; P% G. `5 ]4 p0 I9 w! B6 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, / n7 X8 B1 t% o4 ^7 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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