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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; A1 _' ?. t: r8 j. P1 e. Q6 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Y9 U. E' M, e0 ] d: y3 O F9 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 a9 w, S8 l8 R9 x: ]% ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , H: b; b8 Z0 L R9 u! p0 d# l# p- L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' D7 k7 C/ l: y7 |$ `. ?1 V/ IHow you suffered for you sanity, % g" t0 P- w1 d
How you tried to set them free, ! Y) w# t3 T( y+ V& ^6 Y) h+ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; r9 Z; O9 P: w7 ?$ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 z2 m- r9 q- K' o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
w, n/ b3 L( s+ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . v9 g1 s4 r: G j: F+ j6 b, q9 t1 R
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, : a. X1 f0 l, q" X. Q1 J% f: M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 o9 p9 `2 \% s2 ^4 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , d! B1 }' [0 S& c; V M
But I could have told you, Vincent, % w/ J3 l9 x6 P) d* e) T& ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( |1 x! l1 S6 g* Q1 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " H7 I9 C# I1 \8 X+ S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' N( F, s/ l7 E. H' }2 L' ]) D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 R3 |7 w. E; F" |
The 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,
! a7 K7 q5 n, m8 |How you suffered for you sanity,
' m T5 i, o: g- r% v. EHow you tried to set them free,
) P; ~! a) }) NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' L$ s; f6 q, b/ f" `1 LPerhaps they never will. |
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