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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- D, ~ C. ^4 e! R$ b; xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" b! u; h5 B+ m0 |! S$ P7 L3 Z6 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ w; E- y9 k- A% i9 a4 H' ?% hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 }5 C \% G$ a( ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,, A' a! u& ]2 d/ ]. K5 m& s6 z* z- c
How you suffered for you sanity,
, y; [" }+ t/ V* ]5 [How you tried to set them free, ( U+ r6 w7 `7 r( e, H4 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ y+ ~. k& S6 J3 c) Z! L7 K, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ?9 }/ ?, x& ?$ o; C4 B" I8 P4 l" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* E" l0 Z e3 T) h0 g9 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 s* i1 s1 n, c, |3 ]5 QWeathered 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, 2 p7 c$ W' ]/ T R+ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! C7 ^+ Z/ r8 x0 [, ^0 T: zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 d( k* d+ m% X( m. UBut I could have told you, Vincent, / \" y. T; `- l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / [* o7 {6 D" _' g8 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & [7 o9 c0 n) Z- \/ D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' F" t! ^1 u0 t6 \& @, D* s+ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 q; y" j8 D% _3 ?3 H3 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , p8 M" X, I: l# A/ V9 c! Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 a' f w+ {; ~3 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ V# @! f! n _& l& BHow you tried to set them free,
2 k$ t3 F2 ~" P. }They would not listen they're not listening still, - x- i* ^2 `8 n# {, a! }4 b& J" n* i
Perhaps they never will. |
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