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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 N2 m: }( q1 B! W; zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
?% a, h( G9 Z4 `& \3 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, q; M$ ]8 T1 b {/ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . T% S* `4 e2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
A# O# [+ v. x4 }How you suffered for you sanity,
X( m. m8 q3 n! Y1 ^/ w9 S& pHow you tried to set them free,
1 H# S! t5 b" U/ `: x6 u; |4 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 V) y; L* q9 o& F6 r NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : q( ?" V+ X" ~) d5 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! X3 U- O# }! x7 ^6 V: u- DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, [) f i; ?3 t( K0 N9 ]" N$ t0 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! O( b7 S% a$ iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Y. ~4 m, ?6 }1 [; G" v% \% l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, \! V3 w9 s4 K& a) X3 t' xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 o& |: A& I' a& I4 x' {But I could have told you, Vincent,
* _! u/ G. E: P% R- S# nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 L" c$ d6 j7 W, Q& z- c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % y0 g% @2 z8 S% F$ d/ R$ `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' B8 h" O+ m0 C# J. d' U6 Q; l) n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 i/ Y& L6 H. V, R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : L" M' |$ P1 _2 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ B7 g, l, r; q$ HHow you tried to set them free, 8 y2 s3 q) I; `( k% q- ^+ ?' @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 P! n4 u: k, _0 y( a( H$ v7 aPerhaps they never will. |
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