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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 @/ H3 Z7 |1 p" u% P1 E4 R. v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 s/ b% C& G, jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 n6 \" @7 g; y6 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; l( o- D' W8 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* _& a" y0 n" K3 ^/ Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
& [' | u% ] b& N4 j' cHow you tried to set them free,
& z( ?- f0 f3 E6 \4 @+ O9 x1 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , L' M% h3 D" v1 U5 u& g# h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) L' S$ Y! O+ U0 J( u% e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. [/ u; L4 n# @ RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! c5 I9 \$ }3 @6 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : w3 v3 ^2 B( k8 _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 O6 O( |2 f! u5 n3 d' Z: @2 L$ z1 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 \- y6 L+ D0 z( d) F/ a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; T3 [$ P8 G9 }1 P- L0 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _4 K9 A: y: r' r- V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 V) i) j7 X4 h. P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, p4 C4 _ v3 \: V7 m9 g( t1 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 l+ b5 G0 s# Q" {. s- b, G& z! RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ~# |3 T% C, @/ B6 c% b2 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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I8 U" s F9 K( f0 T7 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / W& u% u0 F% G
How you suffered for you sanity,
" S5 z: o" z% ?5 p) d3 C6 x- N gHow you tried to set them free, 0 M7 ^4 A; X3 |9 ]* b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ `7 h" {0 H2 j8 `1 [Perhaps they never will. |
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