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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) J6 I) T/ l7 i/ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 u7 J; ]9 k& B! aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" E0 W, Q; c, r. j6 O, JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) o( H6 C8 X- F! G4 a8 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: N5 F, q+ T9 j9 s7 v5 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ?0 o( W0 Y) T) ~! h8 m- s% q
How you tried to set them free,
4 m$ L. h9 q# e5 w PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ l8 K/ u+ X* R( q5 _! qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ?$ j) v; f' s9 o. P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 }& V. t( O( u' Z$ ^; j( Q* b" `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 V" d- M) p- p/ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; E8 B9 m8 \& \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. Q. Y9 s" X0 Z0 X: @9 h5 r) gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Y, x6 W3 T2 A6 S" F, IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 W1 r: |7 p8 N. }6 k. V r* t
But I could have told you, Vincent, % K' B- ~" @+ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, D4 s/ b5 g1 g1 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Z; |) m/ Q* c* l# p+ ?* U2 @ E2 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 } H' ^, T5 C1 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: T0 j! h: ~# |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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a. ]$ A2 M: c( N4 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 K ~( |8 f- X V6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,& ?# n. i- ]: @: Z, F
How you tried to set them free, " K/ F7 p7 o& F% z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ F% m1 G: W. p3 gPerhaps they never will. |
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