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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! W$ g7 Z( A* A! q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( t7 I7 D6 L9 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ J+ m0 S7 a. f; N/ e3 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " R' _2 v/ g7 g) R2 z' N0 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 J. J. L c' K' u* HHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 U8 @( q7 ?9 q: l5 {4 M* Q
How you tried to set them free, 9 P6 f# C& Y# `3 p7 C" D, V1 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + o+ R0 }( ~% o8 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * k7 P3 X1 x6 H- Q! @7 @3 _; C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; k- G/ r( Q2 q+ P! Q3 j: F2 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ]1 n2 V8 n$ k8 x' ~, X: F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 C- e* t8 }& s! ]" i5 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* h+ w0 b% `) IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; Q7 g k2 P% R# mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' }) T: [7 V* z; Z5 O$ X* ABut I could have told you, Vincent, ' l+ T$ s S" o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 d. A8 U; i7 N/ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % p, p) Z2 j, G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 j* J/ u- V6 i# ~! a" N- g, m4 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 R/ \ {) p& x* c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - o7 y% r1 H! ]& X; L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 {9 {9 x! i ?7 C/ y- s. I
How you suffered for you sanity, l9 d' o+ L& f" a" r
How you tried to set them free,
% d/ n& \" ^/ Z% z8 T! nThey would not listen they're not listening still, * h1 j- y o. U0 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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