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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* g4 y2 ?9 }& ?- Y/ B* d7 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* B* O9 _5 J8 {( c. N5 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! X" L! S% T h5 C- [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : `, J! Z) N8 x3 M1 N ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 v! G4 E4 G' t4 X- }
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 [% U ]" q7 B
How you tried to set them free,
9 S4 |1 w5 p3 I* E: D' GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 O/ @0 d- \1 X4 `/ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \" x# r3 r+ ~! X m- C" R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' V1 B& ^5 S' O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 R+ ]( S; N! g5 I, Z, c VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( i6 h) i# L1 H9 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # h, }1 Z# A% u1 ^0 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 y* K& u. l; @; z( ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Y$ U6 x# q3 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
" O1 w9 [, V* N: R/ O9 F/ c7 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : b' h K4 C; D' C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 M9 z6 ^ A9 @3 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( K( m4 z& e* e, QThe 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, . ?% Y) r' }: g+ D% Y! U4 G9 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
, J; D& n* Z) N7 aHow you tried to set them free,
3 j! b. q+ s. l/ `They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 X& k# m( T, M1 e8 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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