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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + v2 n' _# L: @. a; `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! S% k3 C; y( W' n) a9 v( e# a0 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 U3 I% m" v8 |- d+ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ~1 p" d6 D6 h, ]3 j* K: _& {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) s3 Y$ e1 X. o# n! m( q; K. _How you suffered for you sanity,
* H1 G4 d3 ~2 J) j4 KHow you tried to set them free,
. K5 [7 k! }3 x6 g* H2 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 {- A, S5 @1 z% `' E0 u. h, WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
y R) d% v, hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: A# u; d& [/ Q5 N, FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : X/ l, n% Z u4 S& P: J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& `! i: p, z$ V; S6 K2 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # e' \4 w) q, d$ u( P0 {) v) Z7 o1 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* ?7 q/ h$ z: ?7 x- e1 G; D% [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 U3 `2 E( H1 G% ~% z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' V: r `" [* }4 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 I2 m# R/ G7 w7 n3 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + y5 Q# v. k6 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 U' X5 m! i/ o8 O% {# l8 j- e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ F! c& G. D% X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % F. R% {5 a" ^9 y b0 g0 s: k
How you suffered for you sanity,& @0 r6 |( J3 c) |% ]5 g) p
How you tried to set them free,
8 m# x7 @0 m5 y5 h+ qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 L, b+ K* f5 i" g. @+ t' ?" r$ T3 |: o
Perhaps they never will. |
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