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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ~- I) v Y3 `6 a& A. F! H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 R- L% A3 p, v) w$ B( h( h& f- ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 b8 L7 @! n# E$ G3 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 H6 c* t7 U' w( K0 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# y+ d2 H4 s+ U, u& Z- ]3 d+ l# g
How you suffered for you sanity,
) o9 W/ o# d! ^; i8 s c4 Y2 y! }How you tried to set them free, / ?8 h I R3 |$ m Q/ x- m$ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: x) w, g% K3 g7 t. j' qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 W2 C. z$ L7 _ @; M+ sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( r3 d3 e' Z* F* o( s3 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D; T; f+ g. T
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,
! S- n3 }3 p. SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ o9 V( B2 T% ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / J2 ^9 _) q4 {5 I# c
But I could have told you, Vincent, & ^1 q) j+ c+ W; E: ^7 c! b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ O, N* B7 L6 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 j$ {" Z9 ?2 `+ h( ^$ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 l, B% C! Q7 F- j/ D3 G; h: F5 x7 MThe 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, 4 ~/ _ D& [! I
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ L( Y2 v0 S4 Q6 x% K8 `: BHow you tried to set them free,
: B, [" O; u' r5 IThey would not listen they're not listening still, : }9 M- O8 _) O0 j0 |& _- ~9 p& m1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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