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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' m/ V" @8 D* o) |7 Y1 U; BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - B$ M; Q* ]' }, ^1 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ P$ E" h4 X" Q) e% ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
M3 U+ ~: X+ }, v) iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% E8 _' z+ p3 L3 e
How you suffered for you sanity, / T$ B( _8 F: }9 ~
How you tried to set them free,
! v$ Q3 a. _4 ?6 O+ o" hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 l' V( R$ a- [" a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 q! x3 M8 `) D d$ Z) nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 x7 [( a' p2 M3 b; JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 d6 q% e/ d( a# ^! Y
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, 5 D3 |# J, s" l: w+ x- [2 [3 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ T) i( @+ i' I6 B4 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % m; {" \, q/ M& ?6 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 e8 |4 Q! p1 |4 Z( i* s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ T( f$ c* G" x7 F2 J% Z7 z8 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 m1 O7 B6 Y2 x1 @5 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " R, ^6 f( I0 P+ q! C, \, E
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, / U7 I k4 }6 t" {1 A4 d% r
How you suffered for you sanity,. E1 p+ p' P p1 S, |
How you tried to set them free,
; u3 ~7 l& I) r8 ]/ @4 k" ~! k+ e, d5 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) Z7 @$ C5 g+ r# [- S. ?- l- A- YPerhaps they never will. |
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