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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # G8 X5 L! X# y+ O* d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 r0 ~3 m! I- H: M, R" g. OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 a1 s/ S; U0 B& h! M' k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # R* r) N2 t8 X) h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- S( d* P& u, E7 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
* h( I. X' C N$ C0 a! z2 ^3 ]( d* h& RHow you tried to set them free, & ~2 I* k/ A4 ^# V& b; H3 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 r! P4 O4 u2 x" g* j8 |- jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 _) s. l% p6 T% x5 F2 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ B- g6 G6 c/ O' {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ E# Z0 q" p7 H" R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 k3 J* F, b5 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 p- e8 L& X6 Z! X \+ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
v! O: E3 o7 \, V3 ?8 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; C% T+ O: ]( C( Q5 q5 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 r3 }, j' A" a3 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 L( T* _! `) r: E' {, j$ `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & k1 ^6 E6 t+ ]$ B7 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 G3 C& S `) H2 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & L* u4 s- D3 Z" F0 ]' p
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,
. ^, X5 G, w. r f/ a( ^How you suffered for you sanity,
3 c% ?6 X+ @4 z2 |9 YHow you tried to set them free,
- [2 P2 \( p" R6 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ e& l1 ]/ d( ^6 F, i% {( h3 ]" lPerhaps they never will. |
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