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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 B' X& U a1 D; \& P' b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ k* A5 N$ b- t4 f2 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ \& d$ W) A& n5 |* N( H+ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- n- w/ |4 M3 y2 V) F, z- G4 Y/ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! V, g; d' f' p8 R& r
How you suffered for you sanity,
% N4 \# b6 s) E: m" LHow you tried to set them free, $ T7 {) j( q! ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" D- F& ~% r) s/ {+ XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ^5 ^0 a# q8 w5 v6 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % z% c8 ^+ R' c& h; C5 V. t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # [. Q% b! j3 A+ @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + a- m" g9 Q- J; k) M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! f1 B6 H" F- k G$ e8 [0 S) c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 F/ U& y& }, B1 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
c. c# S$ A% c: YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( O' h5 _% z/ _/ z. f8 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / s [' R: p. V( P6 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , J' l J: v( Y' }- K- ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 x" }9 K( g# F7 g2 _$ n6 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& Y/ }/ @5 V# b( E- sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : x- b- { b6 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. X: k+ T* a2 F* THow you suffered for you sanity,9 J9 Q1 u* ` v. {& C, G. b
How you tried to set them free, , @. n9 F8 ~$ v0 n+ I9 c7 g* y! E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 B( d# R( J' H d
Perhaps they never will. |
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