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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 f" F8 s. q( K: b, l& f) `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( l' y4 |% V4 o. ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 C% j l4 q( b3 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 \0 |: R& \6 o+ m# w& o: E! LNow I understand what you tried to say to me, ~6 X+ k. A/ H4 ?( P U' Y0 n+ I
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 B( y% o! q. P# F3 C
How you tried to set them free, 5 d: W* C3 q+ r5 ?' E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# V% g, m J6 O0 \# e9 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! @# H% S! J: ?8 F3 g) t& H$ w- H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) |! f0 r6 H" H" k( MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - r1 T9 u# W7 e0 ~* [# s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* ^# u$ [% t* q u" EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . R) g# M% p' r; W; r0 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) j. g+ U# F1 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( B4 _& e8 p1 t7 X6 o7 n+ j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X$ t% f# J+ {2 s" ]4 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ g6 A, ]" |% w# H: @. kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% X( T. m& _7 l3 o. @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 b7 Z- {; G% F CThe 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, 5 y$ u. E" ]- v, I3 U
How you suffered for you sanity,; C: p0 B7 N# @
How you tried to set them free, + D0 v2 b6 K/ i8 \" {; {# A7 B2 w" t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 s( S; w( F! p# P/ S' L! D7 m6 S4 p/ l
Perhaps they never will. |
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