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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 i3 A" z4 ~, W7 g6 D+ r8 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ }6 J/ `) P) K" {0 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: g* I6 K* z5 p7 c) J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 m% e2 l( ]/ y' a0 D4 _* d- t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; j4 k4 y/ e4 M/ o1 L* U w
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 [$ r3 p9 A- g1 T" o( wHow you tried to set them free, $ y2 L/ t5 A5 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ~" l. G3 v3 \8 |( X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + z; M" k3 _$ B! U3 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 E' _4 Z% g2 G; [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ?0 j# E( [ J8 k& o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / w% w/ O% H- H) \" O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( k' h1 d; ?9 S) I! x% o i; h& ]# ?" b& tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D$ [. b6 e0 c* z/ ~; U# c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 P' r+ o/ @* \7 x. uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- g; E2 `% E; s4 M! t+ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 R4 p9 G+ D3 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* s: J* Z8 T wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 W; O6 x @( G- P6 B3 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! F# Z" k) c; c, \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - t7 ^( z2 [- `9 B* z* ^; i8 ]) E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - r9 I3 c- I1 U0 v( z! d
How you suffered for you sanity,* |! u2 ~% D, @1 c& G0 | H6 ]& C! ^
How you tried to set them free,
' B- p0 d: E1 J4 T. ]% `% B) F+ AThey would not listen they're not listening still, + s/ f! _* I" {0 o6 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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