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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]- `1 h3 g" t2 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 y" ^+ ~4 u' pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 O$ ^5 H# C" L: c, j( z: D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Y) [& |% |2 H8 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ^5 K' ?) x. I" r$ ^How you suffered for you sanity,
0 G5 ?, @6 K- `9 |$ P jHow you tried to set them free, + v& G( l2 m5 g- c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 G: F& B1 w+ {& l! aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 ^8 s. N4 ]. Z' x& J9 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# }; t& {! J# S; A GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . e$ \& M* g6 ^2 N6 `' G% v% g
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 \$ d. e! U% C9 z! I5 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . q- B) \7 b. M. @7 y' v3 J9 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 v+ S" K" v. b: U/ ]. s3 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- W8 A5 v4 |( `$ ~8 w3 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; F6 H3 X5 L. W' c8 p2 o' |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; ?: J+ I3 L9 R2 o; e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( |# y, }* B t+ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, W6 P4 h9 ]* c9 R, R/ QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" P! y. V* K" ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
D1 O7 J9 f7 f* S* w$ m. S/ cHow you suffered for you sanity,) R8 D% z" \# s* U" L
How you tried to set them free, 1 l6 L. ~7 I; g( \* J/ c b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 N1 i/ W: A1 w* W7 s1 G1 ` V
Perhaps they never will. |
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