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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 j' V; ?0 i3 a) E) ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 |' |2 I: D2 Q9 C$ f9 E& A' ?6 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& M3 E; W* D. n" {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 {2 l4 \8 i: y0 }6 Y0 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me," T# {9 z6 F! \4 t
How you suffered for you sanity, : x. J! b4 C8 R- W8 Z* a" p, C) M
How you tried to set them free,
% G; ], y# k% y+ p/ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 A7 T$ p6 t/ E7 W1 k0 w- SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * p0 F5 r' b! o, I7 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" m4 P+ y. b' qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& ` N# R8 e$ p8 y M8 PWeathered 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,
+ {$ w! I" V- w7 v3 k2 B* ?0 d2 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 K7 G" e) l3 j1 B" `3 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; B. z. e4 b! `. D+ @( m" N. |( iBut I could have told you, Vincent, + P& Q+ J% j/ m" I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( f- P8 J! p' S1 ?( X. [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ q! X, B: a+ u+ M* s% ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( \5 s+ z' |# q' k! T* s {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' c! k o: l* w8 x. n. }7 y" RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 h2 d. m7 W# Q$ C3 L9 r, I0 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,+ I7 p; ~' l) J c% g- f) ~
How you tried to set them free, * n( z' a& d% A- o) L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 e D& Z# S0 `8 Z0 ?; I
Perhaps they never will. |
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