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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 Y9 h* \) q- e8 f, B5 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, C& d8 P9 {; N+ uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& c- f! f8 O+ b; F- N. R/ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! U) k& I0 T% aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
l5 X, ^7 e) C4 _2 C. b5 [How you suffered for you sanity,
1 O) U, U/ s: T1 ~How you tried to set them free, 4 }% O; Q5 W: q! }8 ^, p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # U6 F/ U' y# U/ v) ~7 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 V/ I" A1 b5 z+ a4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , n2 O7 N+ i8 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! \- y' t5 l* D5 l% cWeathered 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, 3 L; {% t8 P' {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 S* ?! a+ x! K% i% u5 w6 q+ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 A+ g6 e3 d4 N$ A: kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ~0 z! b) S# H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 P, _' N; \9 |) I/ Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * s- `9 \4 a' Y6 A% K. p! l, k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" d6 v G+ B# M- A, R4 I* z3 H. |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% }% H- y2 c, I2 WThe 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,
* c3 d' w9 j5 d% k: U8 ?How you suffered for you sanity,4 B! q) _$ H" C' L5 g5 Q
How you tried to set them free,
2 n) j+ i# N" j# Y2 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, # E* B; r6 L9 A- z7 o% v; _ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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