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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% M' r3 ^& i- |& ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + k9 E+ f7 H. g3 ^8 r! ^# `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, q& p1 \: ~; W2 ~( q( g# G7 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! J3 `6 S5 W% }# J* U! ~% bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& V2 i; R( d! K0 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 i' x2 T/ @4 e1 }) |6 ?How you tried to set them free, - p; a. e/ x+ ~! i$ v6 N9 `3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ]" l; @! T- y: @- R& k8 ?8 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . U8 V. I9 _" p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 q1 U, L' h. ?, U" W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, K" c. Q, [* J' f, O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 l) ?/ x S/ L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + h. G# P5 k7 k! B2 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) k3 N, T' r7 E% f3 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; I8 ^/ S- X7 i+ D" P' c. f
But I could have told you, Vincent, : {% D- P B( `8 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 G3 Y. \. A% PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ]2 {3 F, F% V" e1 G! d( a4 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 V. N m% H& h, r8 \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, 2 s' O8 ^( b& ^8 t; c$ X
How you suffered for you sanity,3 \2 _% H4 O7 h. u
How you tried to set them free,
' i: B: t8 e: P2 Q; m tThey would not listen they're not listening still, % J& F' d9 m h, ?% Z% b0 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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