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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 z5 f7 |' w) b& j. k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 E9 N1 x; d( R ]# y8 Q3 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 t1 I8 T6 V6 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& |: p- @" I( Y6 T8 K; n0 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 X, o/ v1 [' }5 J0 }& |5 m- F
How you suffered for you sanity, - I$ @0 e1 y9 _; [
How you tried to set them free, / C( h! n- S/ U) e: Q( }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( e' Q4 y' m+ W5 W5 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! i% t: J+ X# Q$ I# J, USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% B a V& ?0 G4 C& vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 g6 M6 K4 B4 O. e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * r _! N2 v2 ^7 H# g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 [1 u1 P( G; h5 Z5 z; ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 M6 K) n8 r5 I: e' B
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 }, M3 n* f$ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ U* f6 Z$ ~, @ g% l% |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; {: R" b' W; n+ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* _ O4 P/ I- b2 l/ `. G9 {% kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 q7 X" W7 C4 ^2 _
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,
* b, q0 H# |! G- RHow you suffered for you sanity,2 a/ f3 V Q; b9 \: g9 A
How you tried to set them free,
: H- C5 w3 \; j7 Q+ Y- ^- [They would not listen they're not listening still,
* [4 F4 E$ c$ m, i5 \Perhaps they never will. |
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