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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. s8 v3 X Q% p* `+ i/ T) I: DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 m- D$ X! Y- H% O5 U+ @) }. gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 l: p0 a) A5 a" `% H& a; l9 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. i& }* }! c Z3 v! _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# }/ k% e" R* c* y- Q% r+ \
How you suffered for you sanity, $ o! `6 u1 M. Z( P; t; L
How you tried to set them free, % z a0 N+ B; G" @! J5 H" w2 v' ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 k2 q y' G' n& E# C; {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + P" }+ l6 J! n! X" p8 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 `& _- p% O# K% @$ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) J7 C" R4 i* s8 J: D9 \
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 Y$ Q1 A& K8 K2 L8 {% G) E, E& o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 |; d/ v/ Q- ]; J+ p# b; j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ x {$ g4 N) j& G- ^% v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. f) I; _0 u. ^2 x: x c. gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! @4 p1 b9 W& p2 Q# e* `1 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& j" p |( V2 ~5 @; x8 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 h& ?% X& C. ` v' F8 e @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ^+ |4 p/ c) h2 Q+ E5 w' c. M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; e. T6 O" q8 r% ?" D3 ]+ ?' k: Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 j" ~% s! I9 R V7 G+ i
How you suffered for you sanity,$ y" q9 u) c! w4 Q4 I8 k) i' T
How you tried to set them free,
: Z, E! p4 o2 f4 A" t3 n; j! h# PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 P% ^% p& r, R6 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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