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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 V4 q9 J! X' ^. YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! n7 }0 \, ~$ a% [+ F8 e7 U7 B9 R2 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 f U0 S) e% `8 O. U& f. m: V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. T" R f2 M6 b) H, r0 m2 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ J# Z: b5 C- _/ ^* F3 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 p% w! Z7 M+ ~# m7 j5 [How you tried to set them free, 4 G* M6 ?, |# F ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 k: c: B- T a3 b: w0 _( r" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 U" {* G. k" d" y z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. s' q/ J; u2 ]7 Q8 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & J6 S' [$ q8 N2 F
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, ) \' J( d% Y6 y& o" H5 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ r( x6 Z1 W# h8 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. G! j3 _0 d5 m$ a" U% s9 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ P$ b# `5 @8 |* |% s: XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 X4 A; j9 e+ r& u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 L2 i t( I) z# S+ I5 a% |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % i% F9 x7 R7 Y$ I3 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 V# T" R- r! \& P: kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: C. r8 e% c+ c. IHow you suffered for you sanity,, V$ I H5 ^% [! o; E' N
How you tried to set them free, % u3 H @! I( A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 N) d0 t# y7 y1 k" c4 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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