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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / q8 z% x) u& E! U; X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& m* E( z9 J0 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( m+ @3 E6 ?4 c; \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* R. k# {, P- a. o# Z" Q/ N& U3 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
f5 D+ j: p2 z' ~8 b. z5 F9 r4 uHow you suffered for you sanity, & C: A0 r4 S4 _3 g4 K+ v1 F4 R1 [$ \4 J
How you tried to set them free, + ^% @" ]3 U3 m1 N) b! ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 I' A% T4 z6 r( _" R NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ~9 f! @' O$ L9 I7 E S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% e0 Q/ A1 M, o* l, S# I( sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ]! H: A- ~* x6 l. p5 g, vWeathered 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, 5 o4 Q0 m: m' t) A( Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : K" s% R& k4 k0 O/ E4 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; _/ } u$ N; V9 t1 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& y) z" u4 v8 `3 y/ ?- [, ^4 M4 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 r% ~0 p8 y% F! y; X, \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. V, T8 _. |0 K* f" fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 K# }! a% \% O4 m1 [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, 7 |0 K+ A" L; C; C/ w+ R
How you suffered for you sanity,4 Q8 N! d; ^* \. R' d3 F
How you tried to set them free, ) Y( x0 h) v8 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Y8 [. h" ?- [
Perhaps they never will. |
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