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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! n% L- P# l* ?) U9 }# _7 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 \7 m+ j# O' w- T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 t* `2 Q% H8 F/ A4 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. q, h0 m! i) M- C7 ^, g0 \4 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. P- T4 J; o, `' PHow you suffered for you sanity, - r% u) `2 M, T; R8 h( v5 Q: x* M& _
How you tried to set them free, & r5 ^1 n% S% g7 \# k4 T! d/ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 d2 V/ S7 F+ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 t/ i" s! L6 S" nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ^3 S% g7 m2 p) ]" c8 f$ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ G4 }- r `6 p6 f- XWeathered 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,
9 D7 S0 w' C6 _0 y4 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 |/ ^; j$ U( ?6 z' l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - \; ^, v: u& t& |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 E) d1 K o* _7 ]% hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * i" e3 M1 R! x9 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - F$ K- J/ N/ Q) ^9 A, G" K4 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' B- I) U1 ]1 w# }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ ? K, J( Q- \% n9 {0 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 I4 y# q1 }0 B* PHow you suffered for you sanity,, A9 {9 g9 K/ l `: m
How you tried to set them free,
$ O6 ~9 C! F0 v# h: wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& u. e2 }& v. D/ f% cPerhaps they never will. |
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