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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" e6 S/ p3 G: E9 S% z4 X7 H# t9 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 M% ?8 R) h0 j) N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 }) B |: e' b: j& b# t+ A6 \0 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 [4 z1 h1 Y. F; w8 V! HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 V$ ~$ T; w X. s0 h1 S
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 |. d) k, R/ K: O, {
How you tried to set them free,
0 B- C) L9 f$ z& j6 Y0 U1 j- ?$ @/ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( _7 o" a$ M r9 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 i" ]/ P% ]+ o/ [5 z4 o# P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 I S5 H. F, C! _0 }6 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 w5 V+ U- U# F. v# c, E( HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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|# O; V! h: B; q6 t# DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 r/ H. ^$ \" ]1 T2 K; G4 @$ X. TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ]' X% r1 v# B# r$ Z* rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% R5 j' X2 Q5 ^: S" x4 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ c6 B( N' U5 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - D$ s# Q ~- c/ G% N& n4 I4 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& j* l) ?( E: D% t1 T1 e& W' bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( n6 e, Z& R8 s# v n. l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 {9 M# k" v1 {4 K1 R
/ H8 a0 _" ~0 |( g& z. aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ]" p" b9 n3 \3 y) OHow you suffered for you sanity,
, q9 j4 ?9 u. e7 q7 @ E6 v/ z5 dHow you tried to set them free, 9 x6 t4 W2 V7 y! s% P- ]# Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 h% y. R8 ?* EPerhaps they never will. |
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