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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ W' r$ \( ]8 V9 c4 p5 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; d- O7 O( b i" V3 |: n% hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* {0 f! _* \5 F! c: y' y/ t Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* X g e5 D0 B5 A6 r, _) LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ f8 ^# J: p* E# y- N
How you suffered for you sanity, D4 l2 k5 G8 }+ _
How you tried to set them free,
* J6 {( y7 G8 o8 w+ l6 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; n0 f A. v' ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 D" e0 \( ?9 z5 l6 e9 T: r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# M- l( o8 Z8 j7 v& E0 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 n [0 }- A- O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 a5 U) K9 N) v* g, p" e( qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 b, v8 J& u& z: p! m% s( X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Y8 L/ }. L# w# ]8 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 [- I0 T# g r6 V# j1 ` SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" d0 P5 r" n. Y5 q+ B. L8 j6 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! E, H; h! }4 @4 L. B$ k$ WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) C5 l, e; g" |# [& D; A8 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
m& V5 f: z; V# ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 U5 `$ d$ g TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 F# I V. a! @6 J$ a
6 O- m* h- o- w; D$ s7 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * p3 D. ?0 W% ^
How you suffered for you sanity,) N! B) K$ F, \+ o2 B; m
How you tried to set them free, & h* B6 X& m0 v- G, R5 {2 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) P6 r- ~1 S6 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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