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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- Z4 O9 h3 n; j. V4 r& [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" F. R1 s. ?2 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ [' A, A- I5 D6 s( c3 X' \9 l/ Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 c% q5 H+ _- _4 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ C6 s+ u" q( ]8 M! I1 CHow you suffered for you sanity, . b2 D- V( G; e/ L7 g" [, Y- }, f+ [
How you tried to set them free,
5 V( P1 N/ n% hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. g) M$ b r* K. d6 n" Q7 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 }9 H. A6 u) A2 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( e' [; C: F2 Q" F: W" fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Y! j2 r9 P- G2 M3 b# JWeathered 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, 1 M2 T* E% V7 o' ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& Q/ g, a2 w( u+ t/ o$ w0 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 V' E3 L2 O/ s. f m8 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, " |0 ]& ?& I) r! B/ P' i/ h; P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 w0 w3 f7 p" ~( x$ uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Y, S0 f5 K$ r6 M& @8 K$ d2 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' e, n5 A; l, o% J8 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 h& S" S: d2 Q |$ l" P1 tThe 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, ! ?! G# C# ]2 g8 E% Z
How you suffered for you sanity,7 S) e! W: S* O! [
How you tried to set them free, 8 S. d0 f" ?$ [ O5 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 `+ e& f* X* F" s
Perhaps they never will. |
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