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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) \& B% d1 l: D2 |+ [. `( y' z0 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 s6 b) f; Y! b8 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% \6 B& S4 J9 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 D* P u$ H+ ]3 x2 I9 M7 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( H9 W/ a, G2 P1 P
How you suffered for you sanity, ( Y) x/ s% Z( e6 i; l0 a T0 Q1 W Z
How you tried to set them free,
# L" }1 O, Y2 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 w& e9 p: ]6 U/ s* m# g2 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, c4 l9 C& y z3 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 e4 @3 k, u5 E- _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . B6 p% o0 S, ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' O$ ~! S6 b0 {5 I X; n. N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ _6 b1 W; n* T ]5 ? u, I$ E& u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 q- i8 r4 \$ AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# s4 c6 g0 v/ a1 }5 y9 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% v+ L4 E2 v" S: ]! G! E4 Q4 u mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, I% {) g( i1 C e: \9 e uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 W1 y4 |0 e+ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 f! M" I% p* a$ V' x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; k$ d2 C7 _( B5 L z1 R: F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" q t' u0 J7 }+ Y) y# t7 y& C7 [, kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! r7 X. Q/ P- J/ C
How you suffered for you sanity,; y( i! n( T* E1 k1 @
How you tried to set them free,
/ P2 Y/ P( ]! s' b R lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! H# q+ ^' f, A+ f, G2 I* VPerhaps they never will. |
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