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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 O* i- z3 v# P6 G. h3 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" F* G* ]) N; x6 ^ N yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. |: i* i. J) k# oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 h" X; E/ R8 B2 ^8 {3 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# n* B5 I# W3 @
How you suffered for you sanity, ; m1 O. @6 N3 L+ ]% M
How you tried to set them free,
E) ^+ D- U( [* |( k6 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& `# X* Q" @# S3 c. `+ T4 P+ n8 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 _- }3 b) R% O: @5 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 |# U- A' [/ c, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& b; F# `" ?5 E4 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # O d6 J% _9 w( b; A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 D) t! Z$ F. |7 W0 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 l- [( P: c& L* E- f; q/ w i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 z: N; `9 F! XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. i+ h6 q! @! F& jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' Y' F2 P& ^1 N, z" r4 e7 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % g7 o5 P0 I$ X* u' n2 [: O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' S" J4 V' P& M. Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 C# h( K% n8 l, y4 h% _% T: ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) a2 T! h" X1 |2 Y Q3 ^% {2 M1 E; jHow you suffered for you sanity,$ h8 y3 ^. \' ~. b) E t$ Y
How you tried to set them free, 7 P* R- D* X( F4 l, `" T0 B! L
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ~, ^0 W- E( V* Q0 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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