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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 H# i; P4 w$ l. Y# T4 A8 Q) {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 w* Q( o2 `. I) `3 f7 \- zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 B" a% R1 A. y+ {$ l+ O- f2 |+ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
M& u4 ~- H0 E. T% B1 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# \6 ^2 [5 M+ a, X: n. T; q
How you suffered for you sanity, % D% A; i3 h7 B( B4 v
How you tried to set them free, 5 V8 h; v/ q" t3 j4 ^+ H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' o; c, s! g/ k3 _- ?. U/ g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 F" n/ i( V6 ?* ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Z5 a1 v5 L6 q$ o9 e4 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, e8 J) \: n {; Z6 Y$ H/ W
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, " ^9 W. O" [ A% q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x2 H6 `" ]6 {6 P6 l7 @9 T& V( h GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " E# U3 }7 {% } n9 _4 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' i. z7 G) t# B0 D5 m' J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! b5 _8 N' o k- p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 d" i$ Z1 p7 s6 \3 z' a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. j' z" d, S( M+ T m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 l T; t6 G# b3 V5 h# {
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,
0 t8 q5 d- J5 x6 u3 C W. \5 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ H8 ]/ \" D T+ g% I* Z7 n5 L' ^How you tried to set them free, ( o- H+ r6 E& F0 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, - w! S2 r3 q+ ^* D/ F, X* c
Perhaps they never will. |
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