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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 y$ P. W# ^+ p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 k: P' y. S/ _, V2 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 O- Y8 d% |4 r$ @5 F2 d6 C. s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
u, V8 Y3 |3 o( W1 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,- |1 y! k7 ?& v* p# x
How you suffered for you sanity,
& a' O8 O% f+ G+ H2 uHow you tried to set them free, 8 ?& ?' h& W, Z9 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) U% Q" U- O' @! J# f+ }* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 v( j5 Q" o# E9 n3 l2 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ W* p m6 _2 I* ` q2 D. n9 X1 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 H( a! T/ W5 {2 FWeathered 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,
9 m/ d. v4 K( K4 a; a" k9 j: Q9 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. f0 n5 [1 b7 w6 r: `% a& KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; V/ [; ?. G0 P) x) fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 J" K" ~! |& P% n8 U' o5 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ t% |& q. B. h4 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : A) B$ k. \; A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Z8 f0 S+ q4 Y4 z* {* N: |4 G# n, ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ }) Z& w {& aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + \: k* I0 S4 N! L
How you suffered for you sanity,6 E8 B, K# X; c2 u+ h
How you tried to set them free, " q3 {$ h: n' j+ y; K
They would not listen they're not listening still, # C6 j% h4 f! u# Q0 g; N
Perhaps they never will. |
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