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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& S9 d1 O) E' I+ s3 i1 u9 p7 c2 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 q5 K9 v6 `) O/ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! X. U1 W$ }9 W; f/ G: ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; U8 A; `9 R) M2 R6 I+ W2 y& m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( e$ {! L; S. C+ X
How you suffered for you sanity, # ^* D% e4 }4 a2 X7 x; x# _
How you tried to set them free,
$ I$ K- g4 Q U! I6 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' w4 `7 [. N+ n/ L# [8 K% HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! L9 I' @0 Q+ w' Y* eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! Z+ `7 p8 P* w2 q& T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : {5 Y) |9 N5 s/ Q% ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 t, P% s6 _7 f3 ], wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % l# g& q% a( F3 Q! n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' g1 N6 ?8 G8 f4 ]" n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 }; B0 K8 l1 t/ A/ u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ ? b0 j1 U1 l4 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 G& J& p( o% ~- c% p1 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* _$ R* u4 t9 s! zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 c& @+ \& s. \! @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 \/ _5 s, A2 l, l: i/ B+ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 O+ }6 H5 N9 L' yHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 e* T; C* F) H+ K, p5 _/ V t. y2 wHow you tried to set them free,
/ U \! f" O" k% p* p6 v! c! JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 C+ c' s8 i5 z0 C$ ?* sPerhaps they never will. |
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