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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ~4 S' D. s* ]+ e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( Q6 O. s U _$ i, Y+ G3 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ^( b8 e% z8 _& v: k3 w" g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ^5 q1 @ m; p$ `" `% z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! h; o" _9 |7 |How you suffered for you sanity,
0 s3 ^% W5 p$ q& v" g& A! ZHow you tried to set them free, ( J% X6 |$ E: P6 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( {+ }, a0 G7 i1 h6 {- e- tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( y4 F* {# x( HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 L% O" `$ o# Z" jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 l4 Q: M& Q5 CWeathered 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,
' p8 d" z: b& [( _, PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - p$ H2 f4 c" s- j/ U l6 W" _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + Y: r4 s' \) z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) o' |) _2 Q0 t% J" C1 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 P$ F ?9 a0 t, K$ V1 A2 N7 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 F) `, c2 b6 l! Q7 x" b! pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 r# ]- O+ `5 y$ O) R! [6 P$ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& I& {- L/ I% T2 r- fThe 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,
, G: m# a7 y1 |; N4 |- }How you suffered for you sanity,
3 P* ?- k$ x0 ~& g/ k* X/ lHow you tried to set them free, / ?& ~5 n% g" M& R& `: w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ?9 m9 ^: p( E' S0 b0 }& T" \# ePerhaps they never will. |
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