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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % L6 \- r; u! W6 |+ L: U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
|& f' \7 x; iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, V2 e4 S0 N# k* l9 C" }8 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! M+ }0 V$ T! t ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 v2 M! j& U5 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
& k8 W: A4 T2 D# zHow you tried to set them free,
* V: S! j8 c/ Q) _7 G2 L, B+ ~. gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ a7 l5 ?+ U# h a6 G. ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 [( |! Z k% m* K7 |% Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
O' b: ?5 D+ T3 R7 Q8 ?7 e* jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 c6 y( c5 K, s" m9 E4 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 ]4 P8 T" C( N2 i1 {( Y3 E& T; K t7 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : @; |4 a7 a( l' g5 a0 H' ~+ Z: {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Y; f U3 L# L4 O# c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 w8 G6 ~5 T- G" b7 b0 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- o& X( A! s2 b$ K$ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . @% G* s+ k: }8 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 l' P& V L0 N. H% `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + N' p% I( X8 {" c6 D8 j3 D2 Z; o, y
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,
4 o* T: u# M2 P$ V/ oHow you suffered for you sanity,4 N4 o4 k0 Y4 M: {) w
How you tried to set them free,
$ S) i( U- Q9 j8 m6 J5 zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( w* J; T! g% ]4 C5 _6 uPerhaps they never will. |
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