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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 \$ F5 y4 M7 i! _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' | f- C; X0 {6 w3 o, [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 \. t% }* O6 m! |, b: v3 C1 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 }' Y3 D( \; ^: p6 A8 F* r8 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 X- D' Q, q# s4 CHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 f! u) q3 e- F" |
How you tried to set them free, - b$ y0 F- P$ ?+ s/ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 m. i0 O3 ?9 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Y3 x5 A: ?4 q) ^$ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 v1 d$ V- Z, Q0 p3 @( `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + L& g1 U2 m8 V* v; W; A- V) O
Weathered 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, U" D' h3 S* k6 u+ O0 s" t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , @- n, e" L* B' v& D+ h- s" [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ?' k7 _5 L2 r' d" q! I
But I could have told you, Vincent, O7 G( {- Q. p+ L. t y A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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B+ L, [! Z- i# R- ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( S# _: ^ [' j7 l" m$ Q. uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" m) _3 W' X2 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: O3 L0 b: o o5 D% |/ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ P& F8 G) y R4 D" X& a& bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! C* v f- \( k9 h" p% v5 A1 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
! A( C. c8 r1 p5 Y) ]5 @0 j5 J+ F( e% t9 pHow you tried to set them free,
G- o1 a: O4 S9 T% lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: j1 {1 Q! I6 R- g1 C5 E/ X3 KPerhaps they never will. |
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