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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) B2 D T+ K, c& F. y* QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 p. A7 d# s$ R/ k- rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 N6 D D1 c: W( `: n5 w" b' `; [' l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- n( \- c$ H% j' c) y9 W5 c% H" VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 j) c% x4 q, c' h% sHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 F( t/ C7 W1 N6 p# j
How you tried to set them free, `6 K2 ]: g$ L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 | x5 @$ `! N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 B( L0 |& m. J+ |4 S- y5 q5 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 i, V% U! q: ^$ P I4 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' O" X) y$ U& d; P* {# m8 B5 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 T! Y7 H+ t, g7 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 w# N9 N/ P& E& H. P- GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 M6 m* t' `: v( OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 n. d, D5 j- e& _8 |9 wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) v( V" _% E5 _ A8 ^/ r) S+ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ~# n) v( B; J6 Z7 c" Z- N
6 B8 S, v9 l$ B# Q; XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 o6 I5 N0 R0 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - w6 B- n2 M- @0 N4 S* O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 U" _5 ?8 v% N+ \4 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 o6 G& Z }4 t) E/ Z* T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ?! z& j5 v! i3 q$ G) g
How you suffered for you sanity,
. b0 @5 V' A! GHow you tried to set them free,
+ D; W7 e' e/ B" h& F( B9 c' wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- E7 a" u5 h$ h! z. S+ u3 {3 YPerhaps they never will. |
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