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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " L* j. |; W) q! F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Y$ {( ?1 W- { T0 S* F- o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* H3 ]" y; A! |3 ^+ ]7 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& J* ]! p T! G) bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 S: \$ ~1 y$ S( {
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 \) ]% _2 |; }
How you tried to set them free, 7 k) f1 i1 k: w+ I: l; o- p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 s1 q& C1 ~$ N1 u& W0 V) B$ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - N: z8 U, W/ q$ _3 j$ \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + J; D9 H2 G- C7 L* A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( q$ r3 G. ]$ }: s3 B' b" {1 s7 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 f$ D% U9 i/ \0 A3 \8 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 }; d5 S4 K' ?4 x0 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 V! {' F# z( J- [, T; v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! R9 j$ d2 q3 L. Y- EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, L( `: ?3 v9 H1 ?* \8 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 W4 o7 {8 b8 z% W5 X/ Q+ l( L4 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' F! E* W. q: Y5 b' W& p- ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 \6 [% G9 H& o; W# m
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 ~, z( K- n3 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,) r8 q: l, }8 X
How you tried to set them free,
5 B6 C2 _: j2 B/ ]. IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; S2 l0 Z- Q @" U5 [7 bPerhaps they never will. |
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