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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& D5 m% y2 c, GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( h+ N/ i# N1 @& \! W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& R { C) y* L& q; ^, R d0 j! W* R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, D* l" t$ z5 z- q8 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me," c& {6 A8 E$ `+ |2 j+ J0 J) M
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ H5 j; E* ^1 ~2 U) N" Q: e/ WHow you tried to set them free, % u* s, r7 q' M; k" h( O* I% P& M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 G& B) `2 D5 j# k& }4 |6 ]* jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]/ D/ R: U0 A) ?& p& V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) _9 O* `, B$ \9 w- j) A+ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , f' e1 L( m; \0 A' @( @( M7 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ C5 G/ }7 \& o B- wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * [9 r5 ]3 m* A& x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- [! F: n$ `& j1 Q+ BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 C' b8 l4 F. G6 c+ r. Y* U0 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 H- K) e) f) k$ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 n# c) o4 K* R/ A, E6 r9 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* v' u; ^, j5 r# G% m+ Q4 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, v1 }" D: ^' O" L5 X2 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 A% i" \7 z6 p9 i4 D& {, x1 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; U* g9 Z+ |" m- Q8 o8 e0 G
How you suffered for you sanity,. w" N' k; ]% F" P, O; |6 \
How you tried to set them free, # j% b# P1 Y7 C6 B/ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 C: Z2 _# e9 z: l3 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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