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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - V. {) V* P! G# I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 n8 Z5 S+ b: I1 k" g: t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ^' Z4 X0 k$ c2 u& ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * X6 p/ ?0 F; ^0 x& i$ _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 I4 w3 N; D o9 }9 m( H
How you suffered for you sanity,
( W& g& P5 @( r% _7 y. RHow you tried to set them free, 2 S- A6 X4 U7 ~1 k4 l% R& o) N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ~2 P' L+ m0 B* h) g, S$ QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 @1 @' O+ f; }- L1 u+ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ^2 ^$ W2 C5 x2 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( D- [; q# t% Q1 z1 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,
, v3 A/ z& I+ Y0 X$ @! {# |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J8 J: T8 U3 a, Y* L1 }& a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 O, d8 ^. b( B ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 p- {* {2 y+ Q; \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; k' A, ]4 O k& t* p- v4 N3 C( NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T. g4 x" N) Q& D6 O8 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' f8 ^' r4 a, J+ t; R8 _& i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 h& l( K8 _/ F' v$ Z& ?2 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
{( |: Z \. i; Q( A+ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 v, Z2 a$ L* K9 ^0 }3 aHow you tried to set them free,
& V8 W0 K9 |2 E" Y: q- sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 P. d5 \+ t) [# c7 gPerhaps they never will. |
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