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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - {* v" T8 I, Z( e0 l& y; C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: V. Y2 y$ T' u# d: [- G; mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 f; Y% Z- B) ~7 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& r; _+ q8 W; }3 F. l$ w& T# L+ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ V5 O0 ^0 U H. j CHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?3 t9 g& @- w/ p& UHow you tried to set them free,
) V( o, V8 q7 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( f; ]1 y! |* L5 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* s2 b9 }% z9 D, e! p/ S, ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. L% T% S9 A, t4 |( zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. c+ O, J2 J! Y6 O8 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) _' Z4 g0 a' Z) z' T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) B l( k* ~3 K0 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ |$ T6 e7 D3 b. `+ e/ gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : |) Q d7 y& w5 o) Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, - [2 y' f9 x% N7 a: I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, Z1 M5 }! K) ?6 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ^$ X5 O4 [" }6 V/ |- j( j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * C( H0 P; c- q5 w7 x' w" r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 R* T" P% b! t! H6 f( T% r+ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / ?+ q3 {9 [# K% B R
How you suffered for you sanity, }% Z2 {% ]! P+ S1 B
How you tried to set them free,
7 a( O( @/ m8 [They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 S7 M3 _& L S' w8 m, E& t. j& w' E9 s, N
Perhaps they never will. |
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