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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 T& d8 m2 l6 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 B& u5 \% ?6 e% B+ p: i+ I' E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# K3 u! g* ^) }7 u. JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) n, k& _- M* Y6 M5 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, k# Y" c9 m: rHow you suffered for you sanity,
( W& G/ @0 a3 s+ `* K9 DHow you tried to set them free, 2 d$ N R& A/ e" n- ^8 _/ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, T4 {# s5 X# e+ J% BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) s5 e1 ^" ?$ m, Q; |! z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ j2 D$ ?) |& l: W5 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 @& n/ `; Y* C5 ]' o/ ~% j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + I9 k6 \ ^7 q) b+ A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 R; p/ U% p3 e& P& c5 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & u: f. h; N* w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 p. w" v8 C& H1 u v* vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: X, A8 m1 J, i9 g i% F+ D tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Y- d" V+ _* }; ~3 O) OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* o4 Q+ K' I% Q+ vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - Z5 W$ K( ?3 h& e$ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: S+ A5 i) c7 R: ?& NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) k7 G7 l* H" K8 a7 h, r
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 _% y3 Y) @ a/ d5 G; M4 SHow you tried to set them free,
0 z+ a+ g2 |2 j5 `! UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 O% ^; ^ S% B) d: N1 D; B' _
Perhaps they never will. |
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