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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % R& b3 W* W3 G2 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 S( l; E# `$ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- k$ A) ~6 S6 m H* A0 g+ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* g6 W! R- }+ V) K- ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. R: p: z4 z3 t& Y% v! y i
How you suffered for you sanity, ' b8 n; J4 C) K, l
How you tried to set them free, ; L* V( H% N# T1 u; f! W# L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 q9 O/ N O3 _& `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " \- G) N# o* V/ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; q+ Z/ v: M7 R# ~. e \; V* J" h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' N& Y/ o5 N, X; B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , G+ M, \! d. T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Y& P+ N4 w# ?$ J$ x% c2 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 _: x9 p4 I7 z/ ? m' R3 j+ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 M' ~4 I. n5 ]8 H) h7 q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! h; \: n2 N7 j. z/ S9 c% t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& x) w7 D2 k2 c$ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' i: c8 Y/ h% B9 i3 ^, `+ V7 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & v6 m$ a7 s6 H. W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 g3 T8 p# N* L" R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, \9 J8 g6 F) z+ R, @: i( s1 \
How you suffered for you sanity,% u6 [2 }8 k' b% H5 x; y7 X
How you tried to set them free,
. q, C2 Z: @) V$ s$ ~They would not listen they're not listening still, + y/ S3 [) [& Y# @+ U& N6 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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