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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ^' e. j3 j+ w/ O9 y% l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - c5 j* F* D7 U% ^- n4 _+ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ \7 l. S. Q1 T }0 @$ X. BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' d3 P1 n3 D. L; y- D' x0 P, v T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, K) K, l* f3 J+ b# V4 L* j
How you suffered for you sanity, & a+ v- V2 k* \! R) I
How you tried to set them free,
3 G. w9 B4 y8 D9 U: {7 X' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 C+ H4 Z& o8 W8 X2 X% BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, q N! A. P) w5 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - h$ h* D: ]6 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + \. h. U; z& N; L6 _, W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' W/ b# q7 ]! N9 B7 b% P0 K$ f7 {0 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 Z1 E4 e, Y0 X2 `, u2 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 C( {0 X# I8 Q- q" WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 A/ o6 G5 n* n( A) `- A: [. O; iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. @6 ?9 ~ y! zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( b" W L' d" NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . P: B# U# _! B4 \+ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# J4 f2 J _, Q fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 |3 I1 w2 n! r& g3 L5 U
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, 4 \! Z6 P' V% N3 k
How you suffered for you sanity,9 N# H7 D. r' F1 O9 {: a/ e& N
How you tried to set them free, $ C7 e" i# |3 y4 r Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 A7 h5 O1 f$ E7 K* o# NPerhaps they never will. |
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