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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " V% D A5 E# ~) I K$ v' i3 \5 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, z F$ N7 a! V8 o2 u- [7 a+ N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 o/ K- ~. |$ V6 N8 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. B- I- ~7 n/ n; NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 K, P8 G2 ^# @. _* Z$ ?. V% R* k- oHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 `1 P& v9 O# o3 ~" Q$ \! MHow you tried to set them free,
: n! o# e8 u" z1 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % Y4 `8 @: T6 H) m) u6 r9 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 P; J3 t8 \ N5 G* XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& c; X$ I# G# {' `5 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M" }3 `; `# L1 N: ]& ^Weathered 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,
3 t* q0 F3 p' M9 d) @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 c$ f/ Y3 L% W8 t) lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! \1 p: a! a* i R0 i) NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ F( j6 W# `$ b0 A; a4 m+ o2 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, _" d; c* J7 W1 e. h: v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! o {4 S" O+ k4 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, L* \" I. f0 t6 x! YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . }5 q# _- [8 c& ?2 `5 O+ q+ l# M( K
; A' e0 {3 [5 `/ r# T9 o- |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( `. u. c/ `8 @) R) JHow you suffered for you sanity,
, o0 H- d% m* e! I- yHow you tried to set them free, 0 U3 A0 _" b1 Y1 x2 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' R2 k; ~ ]% u" W. i) W1 n5 NPerhaps they never will. |
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