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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
c1 h# z2 S) g3 c- O. j; f3 q; PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; @ w# }1 |2 N( h( N% ]( v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: C3 f; m! ~3 P% FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Z# ?) h3 a6 E: ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 h) E l+ c+ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ^) u9 X; ^4 m2 bHow you tried to set them free, , |4 \& p) K+ `+ J& o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# @, t0 t, i; _% D; O; xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B- }9 N8 N3 T0 W% QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! G$ E- D- _& w/ s1 B- }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( o8 o' P- z5 m" q& a+ X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - \& T) R% G% `9 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 B K' o, I$ c L, y9 V& Z1 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) F; i7 u8 U# O5 C/ v5 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; K3 [3 A2 h! c: B: a& ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, # e) l4 s- P) |; n* J! {5 G) H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 | }: B- i) z% k, O) EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 y$ _9 E. O1 r# q% ~# p+ W# vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. _* n- c0 D( q/ `+ H/ w- LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# E- `; Q. l& S( a0 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & N7 R9 x5 @2 N9 W$ ^. T" J
" F+ ?( X! k" n' a# GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 a4 n$ U: S. L5 [* ?: nHow you suffered for you sanity,8 V7 {, V! [9 ^- D
How you tried to set them free,
$ a/ @- d6 N, f* B) h+ NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& v3 }9 R. A+ X$ q3 p; dPerhaps they never will. |
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