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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 _- W5 T0 O$ N* F% s# {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( P5 H( F: S7 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) }2 b6 m/ M9 W. ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ T, f3 \. y9 M, J) d6 ^( S \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' F1 I8 W# f; X' x9 G- nHow you suffered for you sanity, I5 e( }+ J+ n. x$ H
How you tried to set them free, 7 p- a- d. x ~) |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 P+ T D) ], D' R6 b3 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # s; q* v9 @% W+ l0 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) V$ G, u; t+ f8 M4 ]: H N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, g; N' H$ d" V+ Y/ UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - M5 ~# O$ V# H: c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' w6 e7 `# G, z5 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. E3 x; }6 L) r$ W, u( l# l3 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 _2 n; K( R. e( k) c+ p. iBut I could have told you, Vincent, * h9 q; ~$ `9 c' `4 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ X1 k0 A6 K$ E4 }+ pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 Q7 Y/ x& v8 @6 u5 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 Z' h# r5 A7 |# o- [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # b* ~( S7 [9 Q' B. b' N) @" e" X5 A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ g) q A- O1 |; q. Q# @4 f) Y. yHow you suffered for you sanity,2 D. F( ~7 N- B/ p
How you tried to set them free,
# J1 M. n& R2 s5 N9 H/ y: _$ tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 r/ U4 N, q- b6 r. M( P- OPerhaps they never will. |
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