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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 B) @5 X/ r( i7 r2 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; S ]3 o* i, u( ], u$ C' A$ W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ]% u3 Q2 N, t3 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; a2 s O$ p3 t- _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 z, q0 L. g$ a
How you suffered for you sanity,
' B* Q7 ^' T5 a. p4 _! MHow you tried to set them free,
h) M# l+ G2 U- T3 q$ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; q7 M7 o* [% M- ?* M% c: I6 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, k6 z" _& W" ]. Y) _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ {( m4 Y: v2 x J+ P8 D: ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 `- U* W* |8 d8 x) t: `
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,
+ G& T" P# Z& c7 U0 u- ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, H7 d1 r( P2 T7 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ b/ r& M) E3 ^; O9 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
# V: i7 W$ l7 m, k: F6 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) d2 j8 j1 j: D* \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 X5 Q7 N1 d& B2 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 W! f( B+ W8 t. JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; z* H& ?. j9 p7 {. r+ Q7 w$ {The 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,
3 ?' o7 B" }+ G* ~$ B' Q6 ^: uHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z z v( v0 W2 i$ |1 D [8 S$ w" HHow you tried to set them free, 7 a; m8 p& [$ @4 M6 h3 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. A7 E. F3 [ L% k7 }# f$ R4 U1 \$ @Perhaps they never will. |
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