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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ?/ }1 P7 @1 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / K4 j) ~+ s% P! |( O. L- L1 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; T6 E4 B. N( o$ w. D6 y# wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 g, F8 A5 V7 \, R% e0 z ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z! G H8 t- ]' |8 |' {, wHow you suffered for you sanity, # ^, |" |: Q( W- W% _" {: y; e
How you tried to set them free, ; _" X9 o" Y" i" U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
J7 L4 ]9 @* }7 r% PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 T4 O! E( i9 P; |* S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . k; \$ d3 H2 I. z9 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p, o0 t9 [8 q8 Q
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, $ a" L6 J& u' ?: q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 c4 O0 V) r& e5 J2 v5 I3 k2 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . a7 B& Q) I% z' z# K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% }* H" n+ b, Y4 ~ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ I0 T3 ^% `, w7 ?: TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" Q3 b! q+ F n, L: Y- pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) i. ]) \ u/ U+ r, N' IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" D2 ` B2 f4 m& e: vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % S& E, g" C8 F; ^4 K5 I
How you suffered for you sanity,' \$ I) u1 u3 \# f4 `
How you tried to set them free, 8 {* i6 N3 r. _' O; J: y0 `8 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ]' E' |9 `. |0 y5 m+ F( ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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