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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 M" L3 T4 D. DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ R! g5 F8 X% ^3 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ m4 o6 U% Y7 q2 I/ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) h- g4 \! S9 m8 M' ^0 f3 U" xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, b- |. U; T0 e# [5 `5 y7 W& N( p
How you suffered for you sanity,
" v, E1 w0 w ?How you tried to set them free,
- q }+ t( b1 g2 Q# oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" \: j. [, \' t: u% B2 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: p$ \9 S% G g' y; a9 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' f. X/ [" E8 b- Q* `3 G' @ v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 f5 b$ L( b0 |; r* K0 ]1 ?, b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 d7 w4 z P: M' N2 I1 l7 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ]- S" H0 N1 m1 i% \* `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* h9 }, ]6 S2 l0 H4 [$ pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' I: f& h$ Q8 `! k: H* W& i F& m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ b3 n1 V4 ]. ~- kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ |3 ]3 |2 y2 A# u9 d/ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 p# v: p- ^! D4 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h7 ]. o6 e" f" W/ L& N1 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 S/ z( W* I' D- U5 N- h* V! `
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 [$ W5 X* w" W% T3 B3 F$ ^How you tried to set them free, % M8 t8 l1 @. O( ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) s, U1 v/ C. p% ?8 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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