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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Z' T: r7 f. ~2 Z& o8 R. e' W% uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- Q" U# F" u e, ]: W: O/ m" cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' d* c/ P) b2 y+ B2 K' v, G% u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 W& m) Z1 w% _2 ^: F$ O" rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 Q8 v0 t. A7 w: D. `How you suffered for you sanity,
+ M: C( b7 S: iHow you tried to set them free,
: r1 K+ O" I/ L/ u, ^4 T/ N* M8 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ r6 r" ~, _, P; SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Y& N7 s. S: Q. h4 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / W( @( ~ j. v/ D& M' b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 n' w4 {" W% ^5 B* B5 z2 `5 g9 a0 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 w4 V" k. u( p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* Y8 d. @5 B0 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' W' a& d$ ]9 _% }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 c. j% L' g0 x+ [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 R1 C8 d1 K; P+ a1 ~& z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ {9 f% x0 n* l7 q, Y/ s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 u; j" r. f% b; WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 H0 T, f9 K) k! ^9 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ]) T* ?+ s7 a# ?2 c, B' XThe 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,
. A) l( E; J. ~% P Y. g2 \How you suffered for you sanity,7 r' O2 a, @2 g
How you tried to set them free,
( u& O) P5 }) ^2 kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ u0 Y8 S) i! Q, G1 ~* m( uPerhaps they never will. |
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