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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ q, B5 I+ z; I; B; c5 ]8 f) N' RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 N( a- A; y& K9 K+ b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," N5 Y6 j. o2 e) A+ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # w' t8 w: d6 J, t7 `5 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
d/ G% l, V0 p$ S! tHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ?* ]- H6 @# i: X1 N8 XHow you tried to set them free,
2 v/ C. U; q y8 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 d/ r' Q# H2 C" h6 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 D6 t- z, `% M* D! q- q7 ]. c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, S k T* e; T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! ?- ~( H/ L; _3 J8 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 w9 q* S* T X
7 G$ b4 `5 m, N+ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# R/ I+ _& W0 l- j0 N6 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) X: g) w5 ]" o3 m0 B9 F0 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 {& [& j6 c9 E& S8 D& h- TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, p& ?% i/ [# G$ X8 E% v: }- oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( m3 c# ~; ]1 S* f/ v- n8 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- X. Q2 {9 r TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 |* T% U# e' C8 ?" 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, 7 G8 `- \3 _) P+ W% Z- c
How you suffered for you sanity,2 A/ N3 F4 }% k7 G" V/ Z* c) _
How you tried to set them free, 7 w: e2 L- E( e( }8 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, . l7 Q5 T" U0 i% |) h
Perhaps they never will. |
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