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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 O9 V x$ y0 l6 x _1 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! @0 L# W% j; O0 J1 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 }% {+ Z( }; K" u/ ^' T% c# x6 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " h$ b4 z( M+ H' T: B3 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: @2 \% a8 K J. y' T: n
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 t: O3 y2 P) c# [How you tried to set them free, " n9 o* E# @) ^. ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 X7 D. ~8 W `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ~3 N6 i3 \8 m; u% C$ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# I! U- V" X+ S- oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' e! L4 k0 N, y$ Y
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, $ z4 t" @! o' J a G/ e: _( s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % i* S6 z8 L4 K c& q; y! T6 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 m. J( r; {) c* ~7 x% UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; w& E) J% V: DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # c% m* u1 Q$ C8 X! W$ O1 \- D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # g6 m" C4 x; k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& K$ q) `: ]4 z8 v u( WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 N ]2 S# r: G# @0 h9 P4 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- U# M" n$ g* |9 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ?2 N' [4 H W0 G" C
How you suffered for you sanity,0 `' c6 n: {$ [
How you tried to set them free, * l7 B* Q$ ?: D: A
They would not listen they're not listening still, : N+ L) f. W$ o7 J! A. v
Perhaps they never will. |
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