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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % J( p& {$ }. q/ `, H8 A: H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; _. Y! E, |6 [% }! R ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# u! }: V& P+ R l. {' v8 J# v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ \) l$ Q9 j& Z1 }( A) }/ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- _7 {, z. C% F8 XHow you suffered for you sanity, ' \$ `6 x E7 I0 R" Y
How you tried to set them free,
3 ]' s8 R9 I0 O/ V1 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% o; g4 r$ p7 o, u. C: CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) o3 U$ X9 V! R2 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 g2 F" g; O0 } s6 v! U5 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 D' p& E& O. [; P, u
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,
2 ]: h# s, x4 M* nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 U; L% Z6 b# U; p5 L; U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " v0 s+ N* W6 I* N* ~. k- V( W; f% P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- K9 n1 E& z, |, q% V2 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 c% |1 C4 [: ~+ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
N% [* v3 @; L3 {/ ~, }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# j2 x, ?% ?6 y3 K4 T6 i" ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 P( W8 \$ z6 s; ^! {7 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : N$ z; k/ s7 d4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
- \& E. l; X) }5 ~4 i; c; qHow you tried to set them free,
0 G( i, `" ]+ ?6 E `) {They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 m1 |, o) T% Q# Y) G9 T2 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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