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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 c# R2 {) b- d m+ H( mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 W5 u# @6 A& h' Z( f$ {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( Z5 @2 Q) g9 S7 Q7 G. |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : P0 t. b5 S! S: k6 z( Y3 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# S# F6 Q% u& e, D
How you suffered for you sanity,
* n* } Z( Z' F- ]How you tried to set them free,
5 c0 J" c) G* \9 A2 `9 g$ k& WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! B _+ D6 z( c% y9 N5 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K: G8 w9 s- ~, RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' u1 y, s; K5 @8 N% EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
_0 j& d& X; X* t: |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,
+ a1 z! j3 A. {% H: f/ Y! xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) r% L! }5 g2 Q; i, V, LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : I8 F: o" ?# }4 m! I `$ h( ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 g" y0 `/ X/ @2 I& [8 ~4 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 p% d; A- ^9 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! |; E" R: k, L- ], C, q( HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " L6 [ i# L) {# A# I8 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) n( V; t; {' x7 k7 ]9 ]; ^" D2 ~4 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" ~1 W$ z2 u" }- r2 z" o. ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * B8 c2 R; u( ]( L z
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r8 Z* z: w3 W Y7 k, [3 A; WHow you tried to set them free, ! v5 i4 k. n& `2 w, K P* q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 I S% Y# c9 l1 U: U
Perhaps they never will. |
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