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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( m" X/ [: d! J- a" [2 V! O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 T/ O" U4 P% ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 N+ F4 d! l6 o( P h) J: p) ^! kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( }% m# W4 k' B( F3 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
l- S7 R: y; E) ]3 ~0 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 {/ g! [; W! d% K8 ~' g5 |' jHow you tried to set them free,
3 b- p+ Z" o, ^* qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 l* T! z Z- J% u3 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' F# I% z4 s0 b8 D6 p: ]3 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ^2 a; T( y. Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : K- u; B' B; K- b; r5 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! Z! ~4 k' C) M% p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 l8 l S: Y, s, Q) UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 S" R* m4 z0 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ m6 A# e) t8 o: ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, : h% E& H! I5 W7 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ]4 u( M4 M; s% Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 W# x7 e/ Y! W0 D" `* S9 F* p7 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% [8 P$ p- I' R% ?0 z4 n- S6 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " }# p; ^1 t0 J6 X& b2 z8 m0 L
The 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, 0 c3 h# Q4 g: M& q) p+ l6 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Y0 [) ^2 C. d( F3 KHow you tried to set them free, - t! x! ^7 |" c, C; L# [6 S; R6 P* D
They would not listen they're not listening still, , E/ q2 j$ F7 `, c
Perhaps they never will. |
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