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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 B5 t3 ]5 l' g DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% Q& J( ]. W4 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# F+ g' x9 l: f A" g4 j. ?- c5 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( o5 l+ | ` ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' B" N9 o0 v8 Q; p6 c! t) [* w7 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
: s/ ]6 \2 W, n* u X0 z4 [1 F) BHow you tried to set them free,
[5 d9 w2 _* j) e' f& i/ l" }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / \( B" N1 u; l# a1 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 [+ c) k% z% Y9 F8 `) N0 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # V. L$ t4 [! r( Z: K @4 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 h* ]. l' E9 k1 w2 w3 x7 f) I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 i, ]! ?* c' h9 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; r- A K) s# h! v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 r( b7 c9 A& [8 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. l' i9 ^0 h w3 L! WBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; c5 y6 X# D! x# R% J2 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 W' F: s" ]) k: H- y* |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: x8 z3 m+ J# T5 L2 I3 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * D' t7 c% \6 P8 y0 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ j" {9 ~: k; o$ A c& \6 qThe 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,
$ @/ E; n0 |" s3 k% L, I; e. xHow you suffered for you sanity,
( \; _; p$ [% B' f$ ]# _How you tried to set them free, : ?+ f0 ]! n0 Z' R
They would not listen they're not listening still, & _ M# f& q0 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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