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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : J2 Z5 F6 q4 O& l/ X( K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- _! y4 @& M, f. n0 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( F5 L. p# ~5 x0 |5 S( h8 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 h# g4 H& l d. U/ k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 |- L* c+ P4 D) k" aHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 P: O) K) z- Y. t) Z3 |+ w
How you tried to set them free, 0 [- [/ o; e6 ]4 w. B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 ~8 l; B2 Q, o Q* E+ ?- QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) N% ^- R! Y& r* W% s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; |1 d9 e1 @. [, hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 n/ B. z b. |: h) W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & ]- O* o/ a" O: D+ i2 q' H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 [$ o6 _, z$ o3 U* Z' ], X% C3 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( w$ p. ^/ C6 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 S3 R0 Z; e. J) Q+ ^9 @% w+ U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 X7 d# ~& t- [2 _$ y0 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 b- z. y2 T" J3 G* yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' K! o5 R& E H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * [' @8 B' J: s, a+ }0 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, {+ a9 J3 s2 p( i3 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / R# R: i" f9 o( m2 |
How you suffered for you sanity,* x6 ^; A8 F& |! @6 V8 R# ^, w
How you tried to set them free,
" j& o U% s# [8 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" S. |! k% m- qPerhaps they never will. |
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