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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' W @3 Q7 Z' U4 x, W# { wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " a' _" x0 D+ z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Y8 x5 Q8 B+ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) J- _0 f0 h b$ B+ C# K: ^1 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% y! d+ R o, |/ T9 fHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 P6 `% K+ e( x
How you tried to set them free,
. N* B/ F3 p; b) x* t5 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ]) A; T! Y6 V2 W3 u$ e AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ w2 f* l8 F+ |7 w5 q7 h$ U2 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 Y1 ~+ _+ j: q% I- _; p, T QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ x& a+ d" M; @3 \8 i8 N/ D3 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" Y0 I" i9 f. _, DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' b* a5 ~' p% K8 Q. WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; I m9 a' |6 ^, _' G0 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 f# Q0 |& u, x, t5 M( p1 }& U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! m \# ~2 z0 J f- F' pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 O/ w, F) [, Q; O# @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; m- g E% K. D8 a0 o5 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: {$ O. Z7 D; j' i3 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ W( [ _( j$ h$ G/ A$ U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 x+ ?! ], I0 Q/ s9 z" c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 W8 g" F# n6 t0 T& {How you suffered for you sanity,
# _" {& s/ [9 z- P& DHow you tried to set them free, ; _+ {, O) e* ?, O+ Q" ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 r3 @ C! N7 }6 K5 a3 gPerhaps they never will. |
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