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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( B$ c- ~: E, C! E# QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ M2 L9 r( \& T0 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ x. J6 {0 ~+ s) GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 [ V% k: O0 ?1 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 @- I3 {7 i1 c( D2 @2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ n; b7 c- t, a! t, LHow you tried to set them free,
4 G/ f" v4 u" s1 J4 K4 ~8 A% d7 s+ f# S. @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 z* M; b" i' Z) SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * O% g/ O, m: z+ R7 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% } L g2 g6 @* A5 d8 h% VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& {& v3 b) g3 n, R! s8 j0 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- N) \3 P1 E# G& g5 x) SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 y, K+ X: [& |0 s$ k& ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# p; }0 i7 d6 Y8 z1 o* AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 a6 C3 H! B& L8 c6 F# o% |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ O) r4 F# D% j+ P& U `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Z7 l- s ?* ?. L( L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: j& ?( d, z4 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" k. c$ |, t4 M2 e2 d- N$ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 F6 l- ^8 h( l* m4 V6 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 R& \$ ^0 Z) Q+ u8 `( y
How you suffered for you sanity,% x& X0 ]8 [( f
How you tried to set them free, 9 f$ S0 Q- m! [9 M, s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
R4 n1 e& P7 X1 ?: U0 YPerhaps they never will. |
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