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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 {( h6 w* f' r B' j) @( ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ~0 t8 |( e6 a. Y" KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: \6 k& C& r2 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 `0 ]! |9 w& x5 k8 c6 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* H/ C. Y) l' a, r$ v! b+ L6 EHow you suffered for you sanity, # p1 y% U$ u- Q4 }& u
How you tried to set them free,
5 G; G0 `. c, |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 I% U* T6 x' IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + b. V# X) a& n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ?% {% q' O& r" e' s, t! @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( u2 @+ X/ c% h) W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ]3 D9 {% n' s) e0 _; LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / l- `: G' g9 f: [- Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 F+ r& F" E. x+ f- R+ x0 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Y3 V o; M/ s9 g% tBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ h U; r+ ]- ~5 ~; E: b# N3 M& r$ ~5 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! |7 c/ O7 P o3 J$ b: q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ~+ N& F! I r- P% i+ ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 v8 E% N/ c% R5 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & h4 K# U6 ~1 r: P3 M
9 M( J' x: g* y1 |0 @* p- {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 D7 `4 s0 e: I& bHow you suffered for you sanity,5 C& h8 f; U; I: t: M: g
How you tried to set them free,
# T+ ]( u/ |: A4 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) W4 ]) q `/ F) B5 o( }
Perhaps they never will. |
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