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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; {0 p* w# c+ aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 [4 A) v; }+ z+ r' I n8 R) E, g5 b7 x: dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 N% c' ^/ p# lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / `* z0 ?0 h1 ]: s' g5 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! w, C- G3 S! ~( `$ }
How you suffered for you sanity,
. D& M I! g. m6 U' IHow you tried to set them free,
* q" r, w2 ^ k3 M) R d; CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * i# p7 [4 o/ {. e; t1 N2 j0 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 }' t7 h- S' q; F* _' X; \6 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - g+ K2 C4 [$ q! O3 m% g4 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + _4 P) o B u! G5 M6 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . c0 `' u) @! J: o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ W C" b9 j; I# Q7 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( J: S8 N: U5 Y8 g) K2 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 y5 E* f1 A N: S! t, x0 X4 C9 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ X& a* u+ `; g* D- UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 @' o) ]& L; f/ c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 D- n. v. ~0 Y3 X' w8 r6 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( @" {7 }8 |. w" OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 \8 N1 ]; R5 o* |4 O+ g A( B x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) {: @: T0 L% w7 ?6 J& F8 C2 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, Z& f0 _0 h$ A9 W$ i4 {How you suffered for you sanity,
* R/ N# H8 ~3 ?( dHow you tried to set them free,
- b6 e3 K; S; P( y: V* r% KThey would not listen they're not listening still, " {6 ^+ l. J( V. f
Perhaps they never will. |
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