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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' [, c" W% R# \) R/ _6 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * F5 n" `4 K. k& t" e' Y( d9 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( R4 F. H/ B v+ j' ?+ Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
\8 G; f4 K( [: A3 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: B7 \ q1 v: Y! ~6 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 h1 H2 d8 j( d, u& H
How you tried to set them free, ! D3 W5 C W8 l2 |- Y( S, q* Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 A. Q. L' r* n8 e; {* k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 k& B) a( c8 d( \3 B: RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" r0 D, R' L) x( d n- ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # G) d5 j6 Q: F" a1 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) l2 k2 H6 y" V$ }8 a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: B( @. ` {1 q) k+ j% CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, q- v) I& Z9 o; g' h! `, k) X7 M5 K6 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 S6 C( A" }, S4 v5 |2 u8 e8 L- a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 O# W) A1 |6 K: P4 Q2 b+ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- D5 ?4 e+ M: x2 H* |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 {+ N0 N+ m; o7 _2 Q) o% TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * @% y) y; p( @& D5 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + }5 r! k U1 Y! W" {$ W/ Z& [; T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. k$ `9 s" D- [6 U3 p! e( tHow you suffered for you sanity,
' h1 O! U+ e' W% G- c2 I }How you tried to set them free, $ p( j( Z U/ c, N( ^) S0 s* s4 g3 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! X: O, e6 a8 o" X' h
Perhaps they never will. |
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