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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: e4 m) P" N* C, o, [( O8 ? aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
M) I, q) c7 ~8 I, f7 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, a$ c2 O( _% n; P4 \' Q5 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ h, {" ~4 U3 g8 T+ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 |8 L8 W F' Z- Z2 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 K8 `4 a [* I; }" nHow you tried to set them free,
: B/ ]& C) b( _5 N' p; u* jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! o5 r) T+ w+ \( ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) O# _2 `) `1 o9 y) dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * k, u9 L) S- s+ I0 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* d6 x1 t" N" y; ^" _* f+ U* B4 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 D! @4 N" q# Q2 |# ?# E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + J# e! `- D3 B: c& {: I; W1 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ^/ D, a* J3 C! [0 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% @, O0 U" g: z7 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; g2 [6 B4 b2 I! cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ?# H2 U' l# A, v8 F9 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : [: ^9 T/ D v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; e; }; B4 G4 c$ F$ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . A3 E2 K% M) X& b6 M1 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 U7 L3 O9 F7 |; ^3 n [
How you suffered for you sanity,) H0 Y ^, @. [& v
How you tried to set them free,
6 L( D/ t* N9 p5 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 p8 d5 n) h8 \6 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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