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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 M: o6 M8 X% r& @( H9 G9 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 t4 p- P3 j! \+ D) Q7 ~: `. ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ s7 }; V% Q5 o, a% |' gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 k- }8 e7 g4 }* D7 c, uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, f: a& I" R$ NHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 l6 n4 N: [: P- b, p+ {( _! z; X
How you tried to set them free, 6 p2 Y0 C9 j, R+ J2 a \2 i& p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ k v9 ]5 Z2 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 I w: ] w' I0 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 c/ a+ k9 m+ g$ Z ]0 O) iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 u' j1 w( F& o! O- g/ p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 X4 `0 l' |$ o; y* V3 }4 R' u/ c4 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 o: |- C, v" i) D- }8 L9 d! ^2 @0 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 \/ j7 e3 X. O0 |1 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Y* K( R- c# @4 ?But I could have told you, Vincent, & b" t! z; n8 f q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % a) Z- \8 ?- U; R* R* g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; z$ q! O% |) G3 L q1 _& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ q* D, Q2 w% v/ @# u$ SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& G3 t% T0 {8 i7 s' `' x2 K' RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- G# E5 F4 @6 Z/ @1 H$ UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ]2 K5 r: i! x5 z* x) ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 {$ v- h" J) A" Y. kHow you tried to set them free, 2 [, ], R6 `6 H" U/ f
They would not listen they're not listening still, / n7 x0 k; h: x2 V* Z o
Perhaps they never will. |
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