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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ]6 l9 \4 k: \5 Z0 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ I& X8 B+ h0 z! t3 k. iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ Q. X _; z H$ O* ?: `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Z1 A) P" h, u" T1 s6 \' H: C" RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 L3 P$ c( X; S& {How you suffered for you sanity, 4 M! C7 |7 D; b# q; @5 o% Y
How you tried to set them free,
, N. Q- e3 J5 z9 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 q1 t( W# N, R9 I+ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 s+ H3 D5 d; m" q3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! b- M: m6 |% G6 g) M4 c) y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 m/ `6 \ u% O C# A2 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + c- M0 F ~( r2 n" h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 l) Q h& P4 V; n( @7 S3 ? f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 d: k& [7 K% p8 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : b( w' ^/ Q- {
But I could have told you, Vincent, % I/ I4 q. ^& a- e0 K# }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ]/ S5 x6 n Q; F. LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) F1 G: J; Y$ ~) i8 g' ~. cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 t2 Z1 P1 F/ ~! P1 U' i4 J2 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # x2 u% z+ a' ^( O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 S' `! w5 Q. O, zHow you suffered for you sanity," r# c7 I4 i2 @1 J Q- x
How you tried to set them free,
! a3 d v5 {* [# CThey would not listen they're not listening still, / i4 ^ y" e! H! @& q) X$ w7 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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