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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 u! L9 q9 J a1 ?$ C( O4 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. j. G& j; ~7 I0 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# b+ x! s0 B" {- F4 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Q' m/ I" H9 F% O9 _! ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 k9 c! ^& Y% f$ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ l) s) L7 i# S% t( _How you tried to set them free, * v, l) [% m3 D6 y: E9 G6 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 C. a+ t2 t- B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " t$ t+ C' ~+ Y# }6 T8 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% L5 \$ l5 l; e' }6 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ t' h/ x# |3 n% Z1 C3 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 N2 p2 j5 e- G; E) T+ D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 M [) q" M9 W4 m5 m% CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, i2 S6 \5 G* A/ _/ p$ ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, - n1 R! O0 F+ `" Q9 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, U8 r( f" B( w1 C- N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / T' L7 G f' U T% x7 [; `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ?: q' U6 V( ]) K/ e3 P+ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, F# q. g# b! |; p- \4 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 |* {; c" J9 ]. _5 L4 X
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, . B" K2 L! W8 b; C9 N" U
How you suffered for you sanity,3 G. j% V! w& I2 T; F9 c
How you tried to set them free,
( N+ L/ U# z$ U" j( ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
- p/ C5 p3 f8 R( b0 h/ O& kPerhaps they never will. |
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