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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 V/ X6 x$ R, b2 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I( K8 M2 w: C* m7 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, D: I4 `! {" nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) {" H' K& Q; X3 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ j/ v3 |1 l% c/ [How you suffered for you sanity, 8 U3 b1 j+ l G
How you tried to set them free,
3 E, N- Z$ H" Z7 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ]1 G1 X6 n. ^ Y# s$ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 r3 y% x) r& k$ E$ d$ XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% j; K7 q Y0 `- {" R1 [' ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; q2 [2 F8 e0 s2 G4 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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a: X# e# q( @' u. @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , W3 A) j0 R5 `) Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. L/ b5 ?) e9 k% k7 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 Z/ Y3 C( D5 R& a* T! q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 D0 y* V. ?$ b) \1 d2 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 h* s+ n2 Z$ x+ @0 F& n: S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " S- @9 Z, [# p* F, Y7 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; |# Y4 K7 w& D
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, - t2 |9 N' k( p. H! R
How you suffered for you sanity, P2 `+ i% _* P) x4 T
How you tried to set them free,
8 t5 G' K: \% _" |, C" [7 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& s. j. U$ j7 ] W7 f0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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