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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - z' g6 `! L5 l! R& d+ E/ V' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( L, h N1 e- {8 H9 `9 s# k+ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 ?$ j. U' O( c, u0 _! _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ L/ ^- e* p6 c5 E7 d3 \+ s' Z2 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' V7 c7 P- {8 P0 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 M* v/ I. I/ ^& b$ P. V4 x+ I& bHow you tried to set them free, , Q& r j- ?* w2 {; m+ A% d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ `0 l4 \. B+ a# T GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ j* i/ E3 N- u. lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 o& t) d( J" Z" [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 R- q3 q- h; T2 lWeathered 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, & r4 c) \. S; S# ~2 L' i3 O) m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 k/ y& W1 \0 |5 p; v3 e4 j/ R' cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ }4 j6 [# e. a ]$ P+ E0 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, h+ c8 i: c, v; Z0 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 q, l2 j- R4 p/ b/ k) ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 [ U+ o' K$ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ q, b2 j3 f3 b" U9 X. C0 ~) ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 Z, k ^$ K2 J1 S+ j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . w- G# U; D. i) }% U
How you suffered for you sanity,/ s \4 p/ ?' E4 T" {% v# ]7 {
How you tried to set them free,
% R( V5 R- |4 C, q- |* K7 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 w9 P+ b5 A+ @/ {5 SPerhaps they never will. |
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