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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 C& `0 Z- Q) d- S3 \0 l# c! Q# _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, S4 j/ l; t- c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ B5 V6 y2 E# M3 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 k0 _4 M1 ~# ], G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ `& G3 \" E1 v1 J1 K+ ^$ f! M7 n2 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ s" G* `& w5 N5 i, W9 rHow you tried to set them free, # Y/ M, a8 H% C3 [, y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ \& }" \" G8 C- O) W# K) ?9 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % S1 [( y1 |7 @5 _; O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & I" ]0 ?% M2 }7 n2 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ _- k0 f6 E: _# {2 }" l* ZWeathered 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, 8 F! m; H* T3 l( H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* h& v7 p- U& X8 O) BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 q; m d; F5 E8 ]0 @8 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ]. y2 s" D% U! x" ?% [5 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ @ L' b) B0 v; z# `# RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 T: [4 Y! N" ~: c v* K0 T1 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' p% N# B' [ ?$ f! jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ q+ E. v" H! Y1 |, j% D3 B8 P! B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 Y" O4 t; ]7 f0 _/ V* x$ \How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j0 Z, v$ r/ \3 t$ n$ w, ^# ~* pHow you tried to set them free,
+ r$ }; N9 G* A( `9 _4 H S8 G" iThey would not listen they're not listening still, % {# L8 P( u; x1 P. \% u
Perhaps they never will. |
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