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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! t6 v0 h0 R$ ^- oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
n! E0 u3 d1 U; U* n# L9 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ }5 T: H$ v# qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 k/ \7 @2 h6 X! K' F: |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- K s {& t! s: X- \How you suffered for you sanity, 0 c: g# h0 Z$ c: h
How you tried to set them free, ; ?1 B" U1 X- B: Y! w5 P- p; y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* A) P6 C E8 ]6 h8 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ^' O. ~" e5 e, W( E5 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - n# G1 g2 }, @/ S+ x0 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * G) J4 T$ W2 m+ s" v3 Q# G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- J/ [, d. X. ?( B8 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # a4 s2 L9 P$ } J0 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, C1 `& D; x5 P+ f: x4 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 l7 p2 i8 J! n2 t; d: ~1 p4 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* `5 ^5 i, p% L. MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 O2 M0 z. e) x/ |* t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 r! _" X9 a6 X, ?0 M% l, O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 @8 H" p5 a& h9 ?- |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' q+ R5 O: O6 _1 v' o4 }0 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 O# a+ j) d4 L2 }+ l7 \0 V, Z+ q4 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
; T5 g- b- Z4 ~2 IHow you tried to set them free,
8 R9 T) d$ g% OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ?7 W3 |9 ]" M8 @, v1 H6 QPerhaps they never will. |
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