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( S; D$ x& b, EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # j- i- x# P9 l& F; H& x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % e+ e( x* a R5 F+ Z7 G& v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, h3 m# h) z: Z! }6 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~& s8 ]5 }- x* z( Z. e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, c% [) ~+ O; j1 G7 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 T" O; h* `# R; B- W" [# F6 u
How you tried to set them free, 8 j; ~7 i7 ~- R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( |* @6 s- }+ J; z" K) N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ~; G! x# G+ e. ^" ~( o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) S; Q+ c3 Y. M7 U) rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 I! y' Z6 }- R5 G+ K, QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # w! W' c! n; \* F p, t; ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' h* ~$ C/ M+ J/ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 c4 b l) b% q( O. W& M4 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' E' N- B0 G/ s2 L5 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
B+ w, t) `) i% T% oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 @) l/ |( G0 {* M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' P" N: z# V( \. Z0 q% K) N$ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 N2 K7 f' F, P) D4 CThe 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,
) M& i$ v6 s% f: {, C' F$ KHow you suffered for you sanity,+ ?/ D" ~& R1 H) t1 z6 U
How you tried to set them free, , h( \: L6 F) }: V. @. z) v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" U0 ^+ N6 e# C/ u* C* b% }Perhaps they never will. |
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