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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ], s& l; X/ p0 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 E4 r- J+ q8 e8 ?- V, F) cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 w# t: p7 b6 j* w. U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( D* [: T) \% G9 l( x3 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% h/ Q$ b6 e9 U/ V+ Z9 v1 `# W
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 F0 F5 v6 e0 `2 ]( ]6 C
How you tried to set them free,
* r6 t1 |$ w7 k: s. _# ~5 s* nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) _! T& t: ^# [+ G/ O" [7 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 C. Z1 r, O: l$ N+ F; o9 C/ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 X+ v4 K9 B5 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: @+ C- A& T: ?. _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! f% W, ~, y6 s+ L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 a* I8 x# A R( j G X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 h) c1 @. C+ j) cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% y8 [* e+ G; M$ E$ OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 G. U% d$ o7 `, i! @ q% l9 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ?" n. `3 Z& |2 A# W! K) c; J3 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ P/ R7 Z9 W, k2 ? G- RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 F7 r1 I% E T" {( B* I
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,
- p% _$ @' @2 k+ I& w( z3 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
) P Z- D8 X7 x* n) _How you tried to set them free,
. w8 N5 z5 w$ ]& s' n, {( cThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! c9 r4 g! T" G" M3 F6 i' {/ V5 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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