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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; p2 N: g4 L4 m! E# }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ g8 q1 R/ Q; q: c1 Y: L; K7 p; jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- |' ^& {+ i: g" s8 ]1 W/ R/ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 L9 R# E# O3 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* y; S: U# I' a$ K6 e! f
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y I% }* g/ }1 |- m8 g. W/ B5 aHow you tried to set them free, $ e9 P( F! f8 ~- i7 G/ u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# a3 t9 ?# P' `' Z; j1 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " q7 k0 t% @6 c& Z- E: Y! ]6 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! b0 _% v; O! D) I6 s1 G2 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) e$ r3 g# s8 ^, nWeathered 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, 8 `; X! z4 d# a7 H# L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 P0 q R# W5 v5 x# X7 b' o _( e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 a4 y' `. B0 J6 N) _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ T; a/ [9 x# d; jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % m( K$ ` R& K9 M1 f/ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , T. F2 {7 m& u# [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 Z; Q6 T+ T! e1 Q* \/ \. F' |% uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! W: \6 g$ Y# x4 U! S+ }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
c9 |& O8 C# _- F2 h+ q* Y7 eHow you suffered for you sanity,9 h) i$ }& R7 W/ Z I" f
How you tried to set them free,
- P! ^( T) m& H& w, c! {They would not listen they're not listening still, - V' w& ^1 v( [) J
Perhaps they never will. |
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