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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ r/ M, n: W0 p( E# F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 H; t1 ^9 L# K6 L; PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, Q, s; ?, [2 A9 Z0 T, q; L6 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 s7 a) W- E! a7 e6 D& A. x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 F" Z) G3 h/ Y m/ ?& R6 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
J! g7 u8 ~: EHow you tried to set them free,
- H/ R7 P2 e2 ?8 L1 {; N0 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% s2 Z8 _, b/ V u& l/ j9 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 C7 J, R2 m% k8 u. H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* ]0 F- g) B. T2 B: jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
S* g& j; n" BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * L" M+ d: {+ v& R% K u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
x8 q6 w t2 h4 _) OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Q$ [ t2 ?, d( S/ Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 X/ r, Y- q, e1 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, : O* A) Q# H5 B8 ^2 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & P: i5 P( X8 @' b7 W% m9 ^3 m& a- O3 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 e+ D! A3 I$ j% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + {2 |- y$ v9 f0 O7 h& F% @# T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # I6 e, _! @' A/ B- _1 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : I, |4 J$ d+ t4 @- e7 z6 O: N
. d6 x$ b+ ]7 y7 c' t4 N, XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 q' w% p' d" X4 @. ?% D2 OHow you suffered for you sanity,5 K2 m/ N& s' a- {
How you tried to set them free, % h# c* B: X2 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# T8 ^5 E& K- w& v: l/ VPerhaps they never will. |
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