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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + a: H e* s# t# m# s. a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, q6 b' u, [3 ~* E+ j/ A( U* a( W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ [4 u- ]1 G# m CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . B2 ~. \4 g7 G! I- `0 e) g4 ?/ [; V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 G% B2 c$ n+ u& `& e, qHow you suffered for you sanity, * [2 t1 Z, ]) G: ^6 {, W! \: T! e
How you tried to set them free, + `6 G0 y' M9 E) c n. J2 K; f" Q" ?% B3 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" h p! O# L( m- I# k( W+ u8 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Y9 }' Y2 _5 P4 Z! I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; h8 C- A" z. s, w. n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- R/ D9 m% }. |9 N( ?1 b5 {; nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S0 [* A; r4 U2 P$ _/ r/ C! W8 r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / ~$ G2 {+ e$ d% z7 I. G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ A$ j. l0 t7 e" j" u$ v0 _$ n4 m- }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 m; C9 w; F" m" V( l/ p: k4 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, / y) t: A- s Q- s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : X# g5 S2 R/ N4 l" q% I. {; e( [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ~6 x5 i8 o2 q5 u: J% F& J6 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ?) l9 a( j/ @3 S5 ~2 a, L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 Q) U3 |+ y' T3 \/ B; L! k
0 e# ]" }. F; ^2 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# `, g5 H4 Z" O/ {3 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
t( g' H! w0 _- ?, o V6 PHow you tried to set them free,
1 T* n( {9 B% s4 sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( |* u2 h; W: g9 J! H6 D; IPerhaps they never will. |
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