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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 R; y3 k& ~1 `. \2 n' r; q2 Y8 |* y* WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
H" y$ \- S9 P5 ^4 X' y2 F) NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 G/ @' @3 l2 i" cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) D, n" m* [1 F6 r2 k- ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ s6 ]6 d# B2 F. @) T$ {$ Y
How you suffered for you sanity, / ]* k" S3 v4 H6 h* G/ `$ _2 X
How you tried to set them free,
N2 g6 D' w) ^0 M* T) r6 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ~5 a" l H3 C9 h- g. W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 D5 X- A. [( g3 Z, Q" ]4 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " _) k0 _9 K) d3 A5 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 t7 Q! I5 \- t: O. ?# z! O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . p; J, S' m3 p7 T' K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 x3 @, F$ L; x; jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ W1 e9 e* r. U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ?3 `( \( f( A- P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% v9 y8 p) X+ |# z. BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- N0 P) A% ~8 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 e3 g3 W5 I+ S5 z6 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ?5 q3 b; q0 c3 {( h) k/ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + ~7 `) ?9 I% W9 R. h; N
The 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, 0 @ v+ j1 f( }2 j/ T
How you suffered for you sanity,
! b4 W. p2 i- w: H1 ^How you tried to set them free,
$ E L/ J8 X/ R: y8 `, i( `2 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 f5 i& U) T" }, mPerhaps they never will. |
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