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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 q" d9 M( q2 u* \. Z( Y: ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( d8 m+ V& B3 _) _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& i4 d1 v9 D" Q1 d0 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) b( C: ^- w+ Q$ c0 d3 Y+ `2 I( |- JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" j. l3 x$ S3 I& dHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 H# \# _4 H. s8 H' `- [
How you tried to set them free,
5 A4 T( B* [" x! c$ ^' FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ~1 {% y/ U4 t$ B3 o9 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 G; Q+ K0 T; `9 ]! E! m2 |' z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; j* C: g+ I6 T, D5 R% ~8 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% V% _8 P# z% l8 u( OWeathered 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, # m# ~: e- \; Q7 B3 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 R, J( \: ^: W& [* u! m4 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & }6 ~3 P: B# f/ t, r9 S: L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 I3 J. o. A. ^: Q! H! P C) m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ g) q, l2 d2 y$ h; `" ]% ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
X" Y" U" U9 `: j3 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: t: C0 k: q, Q4 y: Z+ v% i+ K8 q" |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % }$ `9 L& O% n4 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 P3 U* i0 V3 w! Q8 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 _: N0 N% \' z) ?9 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
, A: l) ~3 g& s/ `. ^How you tried to set them free,
% h3 I( T& z: ^5 F% L' D+ S( D4 v5 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
! G/ s! s7 X- e" F( DPerhaps they never will. |
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