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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 k5 q t3 I/ \* jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : T" F- B6 Q* {, E# |/ T3 c/ u' \, \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' u! ~- m7 l9 v! k4 d# \: Q$ w1 K( kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! J' {' A/ b) g3 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ x! ^1 ]1 ] t* M$ e; C0 a7 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
" t' q! @7 a, l/ N8 ^, gHow you tried to set them free,
4 F1 e& h# [5 r, eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 w3 A c' E3 v9 m0 R. z% l' T3 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 B0 o" N! M! m: @8 f8 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; c) p1 q7 P4 f: CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. r& n1 R4 c# R3 _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, . H1 y. }, E4 ?9 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . B6 @. Z' b3 C, g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 f0 _ E" m5 b; K+ H9 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! C- n! H( l, @9 D# t( P) _. ^2 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. a; \2 q) Z( B% j
d& t" K8 p3 i+ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* U: y8 s6 `6 }/ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: _" Y% f, x- N+ Y Q% [6 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ F% k+ D& V9 B& R$ _$ `2 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, `& l0 e% K' d4 C1 f; p9 x" AHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 g" v* i6 p2 u# f1 y; F7 |7 N' fHow you tried to set them free,
0 _8 r7 y, H" j: jThey would not listen they're not listening still, L5 q! h' v: t1 ~/ u- Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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