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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 q7 c t1 K8 G* L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, M8 Z5 l8 ]' X3 W) r' c' |% r7 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% f8 r/ ~: d- E# ^" @# G. S0 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 I. w' K& @: r( t5 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. S" X9 `" B; Z+ ?/ IHow you suffered for you sanity, ; G) L8 \8 R* b4 E& @# V
How you tried to set them free,
( V& g; r v. d; N! tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 x! Y' t) f* ~9 o* X+ o1 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ C% u& Q# s8 S; U j+ q1 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! {0 R' i2 i; x7 j' L/ r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 t Y/ M* \: v! `3 KWeathered 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, , N @, l- Y1 w# o8 R+ h+ V' ?# m& u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 A8 f6 ?, o Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' B+ R' H% T- }* }* \But I could have told you, Vincent,
! X) b# m& \& L8 Y% U5 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 M* P7 y/ h1 |. p4 [/ uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! a2 \% X% [; R$ ^; SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* _5 h: n/ L4 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 N& f8 M# V* H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 P- J& X9 V& y/ V
- X9 e/ d' e4 m8 A+ t/ X3 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ]9 C" S- w! }4 T
How you suffered for you sanity,& J+ e8 _2 D$ g6 n* s$ n t$ Q3 r
How you tried to set them free, : a+ R- V0 A5 T/ w/ |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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