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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) \ q' F/ H3 j/ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 @ x' U+ k1 e6 m6 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ A- l, a- Q* n, @- }1 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 G" w8 j6 _ j; F/ f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," i! ]! c* F$ C2 H# Y; S
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 c2 ]: y4 `, U0 |2 a+ _: X
How you tried to set them free,
- b4 f; S( ^. s, F# q1 A8 E GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ?% J5 z2 x/ c# r( @8 l6 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " A" _$ O- J4 ]2 t7 L* D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 e$ d4 W$ I; U- O3 O' `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' j; _1 ^" B8 ~) Z% K, ]: N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# W# q3 D+ C9 m7 d- n! ]. N) L7 Z. gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * r! X% Y1 ]1 W% Y* j5 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ I3 o w- e! ]( c7 z4 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 \7 B/ V9 h' D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! A( C' G! `, \, ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ o% ^1 m! D! N7 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 M0 a# a6 f# k4 [9 {& PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) `2 y4 U0 u* n5 U3 D d: x
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,
% s9 Z* R+ k. C. N, D2 z/ @How you suffered for you sanity,2 c# [6 ^( ~+ D6 m2 p2 |! B
How you tried to set them free, 5 [! n- F/ f5 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! b0 r: \0 H4 F1 L$ s3 @' b& lPerhaps they never will. |
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