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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Y& a N7 h/ v. D' Y) t0 S; ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . z+ B1 k% g! @( x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: V9 k- z. ]7 H* {; Q, X0 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 m' h5 b0 c; i. f) Q- _9 L6 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) p1 s" h4 t, Q' d% kHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ]! ?1 t! ?& S; d5 q! J. Q
How you tried to set them free, . B9 { L, q& S, V/ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ A) ]; W: M7 S& b3 Y9 ]! tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # \7 X1 ?- F3 @: @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 g n4 j$ X# p+ n7 W4 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 G7 `4 V2 q l9 \6 }( MWeathered 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,
" @' {4 a/ j# K# k9 d, hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, U8 [* D( w3 G2 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ N( s, A) N5 p0 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, * }* a) g$ ?/ \* D% o# P" i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 k, h3 N& X% U" ?( r; J& v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% \% ^1 b, O# _7 M, fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : h1 s$ }! k. d1 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) H$ e$ z M( b/ [9 c8 _, E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 N1 o$ F; G6 X$ N
How you suffered for you sanity,6 [$ x- g) w+ {' A! Z
How you tried to set them free, # ?4 h1 k: Q& V2 u( E0 S, X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* j: k8 }, t9 p9 P EPerhaps they never will. |
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