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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- Z1 D& F( l N% R8 _6 f/ BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 V# m5 F# r, I" H+ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 W3 V7 a6 e/ k- @# M- q% G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 @' Q% C; t1 \% I: H/ l, a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( E' f3 z( R$ L. ~9 H
How you suffered for you sanity, - C O5 t4 H. |
How you tried to set them free, 5 b8 `& R3 [ k# C$ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " {- z2 l7 I* o, `: o, h3 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 m7 h1 {! i: \# g4 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , H: t0 I5 z; T# R0 m8 H& Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, b- U# b3 |4 Y4 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & d3 W" b0 ~* ]5 G) j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 J2 w* w$ _4 d H- _; Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& T: U+ |$ Q3 \6 ^' XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * k# N# v% K$ C# @, J' |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. z5 L9 v" f; TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % b6 {, z% F4 J! P! k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; y3 h6 n$ W N- VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 s; B1 W# e$ c- A( p) k" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! U2 a$ f) W }6 a8 M ?2 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ~# |/ t$ [' L- |: T' Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. {6 z; J7 L4 }- M/ UHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^+ p/ ^9 |. f$ J- z* bHow you tried to set them free, $ ?- e5 G/ |. ]+ E# Y9 M1 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, % @, h5 O; r. E% m9 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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