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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 i4 T* |0 @: A" [5 o6 a3 T( J( ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* [, U. V# J! x; G. o! J" A; dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 U5 B- j% K" v3 s, SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 M$ d: b+ y9 y( N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 M: s* ?8 u$ m6 E; W
How you suffered for you sanity,
( C% j# \( E; f0 eHow you tried to set them free, 1 N# `# j4 k9 i+ {# M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! B: f3 i$ s& e% Y, U/ ]: Q/ @) VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- E; m" E+ v6 ?8 N% dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 r& @" @3 I5 k" IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & e& h$ x, i& @ ?. i/ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: g# P) }" o7 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , G! K& s8 h9 h o* Y* c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Z4 x) k- s! l' Z: jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # x7 K! i5 z2 W6 V( B. c- ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, " ~, t5 f2 b Q! F) A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ]' j5 |8 c+ x+ g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% n+ R- N: o, NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 E% K0 V8 Q b. k' ~3 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' x8 `- D. d) Y) f( |3 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 y* s8 y- O( j9 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
! q9 d8 \$ f$ N) ]5 p% T9 fHow you tried to set them free, 3 P G: X$ d+ c6 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, C; ^* ~# k! }2 N) uPerhaps they never will. |
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