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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* r! L, e! |$ D* Q9 d2 D" fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 u6 e; q) O! R& r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 x4 L4 j* p9 B. ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 U* c# U. K \# f9 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% h% C6 _* B3 V4 u+ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 H! B( c, y* t$ ^& I; M z5 pHow you tried to set them free, * ?, q4 J- y$ I4 R# h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 L' y5 T. _1 M" c6 \, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 q- M! m6 Q9 @5 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , S. x2 \& G# g' D1 w4 [" `$ X; J2 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T) e+ Y3 v# |4 s- `+ j& ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & C3 [$ j# n1 I7 q0 Q4 O( F& b0 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 a+ \6 A% O3 O; ]* F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) U, x3 e" q- [1 j6 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 z7 H$ o% |0 |* Y! Y' E
But I could have told you, Vincent, : P6 r9 V- n0 k, R, p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 h! i) }. Z6 A: ]3 k4 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 p2 L4 _5 o1 T1 Q8 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ J9 K! H* F( z% j/ A, I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: U6 a! [% R; D( Z2 Q+ n/ l1 OThe 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,
8 e8 | M( L: I. aHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ z! }( p/ D0 y; b) t4 C. wHow you tried to set them free, * [8 M+ d3 \* ]3 t1 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; N# J- ?- A- k/ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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