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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ~( [# _& l! x# q: H% v% F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
?& M: c" l7 d% E' v9 d* {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: O4 R2 [6 L; m1 a" N: u; }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # k8 ?" r! d Z" U D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ K2 k% l1 F Y% i# E/ I* u, |" b- D
How you suffered for you sanity, : R3 m2 t! P0 s) c( y
How you tried to set them free,
) G% ?5 ?* c! KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + k0 R0 w# J N! v9 C( j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' q% L+ w) r4 d, A/ q. c7 [; R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / q9 l; z2 t7 [) x: q3 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 d# x' F* D9 n" \1 v J8 `) AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ q/ O9 I% O. W5 W% B1 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( t2 Y4 e! t1 d; n% y) Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 [: J$ p! ?( j5 ` o% R! p# |- fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 M0 b" _7 O6 m; g. k ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# S" q4 Y3 Z' L" j H+ t4 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
g- j. J4 k* N# B6 n: T+ F' R- gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - i, N, R9 a% C4 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ~. m$ f) q; B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - l1 `7 G- a! L0 o( G; D8 k
& E7 K- r# X. uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / _1 P0 T5 }: |# Q7 m4 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
" Z- g$ w+ Z$ t; K+ J3 m# DHow you tried to set them free, 9 P5 Y; v5 D/ m- c r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. t2 Y5 B Y8 ^& vPerhaps they never will. |
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