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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # J9 W$ ]5 v) M% z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) _9 f3 u; X# |! ^2 ~7 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 v, t4 W$ t( O+ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. e8 ?$ t# b" e; V7 n2 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! ?/ ]& C8 U4 r& h# T" I- |" b7 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
: C5 [! y- R" b" _How you tried to set them free,
# `' I% r& ?! l9 [% R7 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 B) V" M& E2 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; j7 D* _" I# C: u+ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) A8 v' p! w/ L0 ^/ |' UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 Y7 E+ m6 |, i u( n9 h" X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 p L4 W4 f J5 R% p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: h3 Q: ~ r* n7 @: PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# A$ K2 [: V9 ]! B# mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 B+ }& d8 _( e0 g! a8 c
But I could have told you, Vincent, # M2 H) T2 B7 V+ d: `5 k' g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' p" l; t/ @& }- X+ PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 r2 T% I, R2 ~! }' U, X3 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ I5 K! N3 \) j; e' }& K7 U/ e4 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 f' X' Z- { |. n* V
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, % N: a: [4 b5 Z* ?; y$ f5 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, \$ R5 @ P# n: c; qHow you tried to set them free,
/ @8 S$ Z) U! [3 @) vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 _% l$ J( K3 |4 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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