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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 x; {6 A$ G6 ?- X- U& HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 _! Y) T M$ a1 l! f/ p' w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* G* @& D0 O" u/ y& p2 w- wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 v. b: W( D+ U1 H, S! i. u+ KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% d9 G9 _7 k( D3 F. k, {
How you suffered for you sanity,
( D L' D, [% J4 w5 I; ZHow you tried to set them free, ' o7 J) R$ d: D2 I& d" e j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 y8 N* U4 X: V8 E% r1 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) y" d' k8 g+ w/ `' R& `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 F2 B: s6 U- x! K5 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 k f8 j6 P1 S1 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + w6 t2 j) O9 _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' P) R7 N4 E( g& M' J6 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Y/ b+ A, H/ ^7 \2 L+ C/ kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) P) F1 a( U; E+ jBut I could have told you, Vincent, . ]0 M/ Q" P$ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: l1 k" H' M2 L' C6 M+ l4 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
`: r2 f) _- Q9 @+ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! @; t' Y, q3 O& e6 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 d. G2 z& ^5 h) U, ^& Z# T1 {5 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) j4 T* A4 U* ^: J* R8 ?) j
How you suffered for you sanity,
, W' D9 E# o6 [How you tried to set them free,
6 M" k' X# _ J+ |* g) PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; d' j- W9 C j5 P' L% O: _Perhaps they never will. |
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