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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * O7 [2 Z( r/ T* O. l N, F* C8 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 I6 | s) a' U6 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( \; ^ D5 g# lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ] @9 U/ Q7 I2 n* o% d$ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. p; I0 U- v- g/ `How you suffered for you sanity, 7 G" ^2 C5 B' N' x
How you tried to set them free,
- J4 C2 |- X4 b3 N9 J$ O2 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 @% M {' B1 \1 B; J7 p2 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + w% I- T( E5 E% a; ]+ _0 g7 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 D# [$ z! q. y3 U4 j% u/ I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - |5 c; o1 L: V" c: Y4 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; @; k$ e s1 |% {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! x# T) u/ y3 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, E: Z3 S, [% M* v1 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( B2 S4 E! g- ]5 c* I2 B' e0 Z9 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 {; B: J+ _1 d9 i" }! \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 B7 `4 ?1 R! H9 F. q0 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 p& J9 l5 t, e( MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 P0 _+ o1 X. h6 XThe 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,
# h9 ?% S* U8 w: xHow you suffered for you sanity,& W- A+ i! y3 a, F* f5 z
How you tried to set them free,
- @9 E" h2 N0 W7 g- w$ \% k3 E; gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 S% C3 r. s/ U5 MPerhaps they never will. |
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