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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 E/ ?$ \: L9 I2 Q1 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 j: P( Z8 R5 ?0 {& i& E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; N; Z: a8 U H. H9 a5 h6 t5 s. L% ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : j- p' m3 C: k4 ] r) W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 i) T5 a1 i& [) m3 p B( NHow you suffered for you sanity, ! q$ ~3 [; _( A
How you tried to set them free,
8 P2 z3 ]4 G9 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' L7 ^+ I* [8 [; X6 b# a$ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & d3 ]: X& ?$ j( z8 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ D! E) ?" K Y1 z$ w- gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 V* _. `4 W6 X/ W- r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 B: v8 M L8 s* Y6 j$ @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 F9 m- R2 k4 I: M t" @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" T$ ?0 m! z2 O2 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; M" Y. V9 |& J3 [& K, z, z d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 {; {( `6 P0 `5 X# P2 l, g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) [. V2 J1 ~# e8 y" ?9 `0 d# eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 o+ i$ d6 Q/ P* y0 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 E+ }; ~2 t( @% _3 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 p; j0 u1 p3 j& b6 w4 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 J. |) T7 c0 \" Q. @3 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. P. a* Q# Q0 H8 k5 F# F( CHow you suffered for you sanity,/ t! H; n6 ^4 G, b( v& `
How you tried to set them free, * `$ w8 }$ M k6 m9 t9 \$ o- |* a7 z( ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, * h/ v7 F V" P3 n5 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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