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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ~9 C3 A) ?% j9 G3 P4 h% ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ?! _) ^! V0 g7 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( C3 T/ H( U7 ?4 s/ O3 p$ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! z+ b: z4 U* _9 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- `. m! X; Y; F, w
How you suffered for you sanity, : t% G! G) e+ y9 B; G
How you tried to set them free, : n5 L3 ]6 P3 ~ k& j. ]0 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, ]. @+ |" C8 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 P0 a+ N5 j* @: ^) |3 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( j3 ^4 F( o: ?5 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* Q3 Q- r7 P7 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! Z4 ]$ z, G. o: F* L( e2 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& g& [ c0 ]: _+ Y+ e QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 c9 B. I4 ]0 i% j* ?% QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + |4 _- o3 w+ X. B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B/ a6 J1 U: o0 k8 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" ]4 X s& Z+ n3 _5 F9 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 X3 f9 ^& a% ^# C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 g" M& N) S( B7 J cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 p% E# m; }0 [1 d; i$ Y0 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 a! s9 C0 t8 T4 w9 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 b, I; S! {& L5 B* o6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 F/ i1 J9 H, X; G1 F0 p4 B" Y, qHow you tried to set them free, # t4 `! w; ]* B
They would not listen they're not listening still, . L7 `+ F3 ]. w* @9 q+ C
Perhaps they never will. |
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