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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . d0 u8 y* Y4 x+ q1 j* _$ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ?3 f6 ^" F) u1 W9 }& J( BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, \9 x: ?3 E; |+ I1 m; F, tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / v- L1 i7 Q' y2 ?% }6 Z8 p: h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. X. H( F6 {3 T2 \0 s' \9 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
! w3 k0 V8 b0 n7 K/ H, F. DHow you tried to set them free, 7 Z1 a+ G2 r9 q' |) f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 I3 }5 U8 \0 g' F5 B- jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 x. i/ C/ F0 n2 N% a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - W4 h( K. g9 a" B' G8 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! z6 A! K4 {. b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ _8 P0 A# v; V9 A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, z# b+ \( D* ^4 ?* gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" u- f5 W9 X% r8 u* ~" U/ L' yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 n( x( Y- t6 V* LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Y# _* U0 { @6 ?% m. {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . Q' [: @+ p/ ?) E' X/ I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, T& {6 m, X: f) R c7 ] ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 y8 K% z' a4 A' B2 V1 G" a8 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 f7 k9 P% L2 r; i$ R& rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 R% q! j l2 M) U: j- \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! p- d0 L2 V# N4 g; _8 @% |
How you suffered for you sanity,0 H7 j, n* [) d u1 W, T* \9 p5 u
How you tried to set them free, 0 {" n+ o: F+ }& k% S7 ~1 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ d9 d& u) u7 sPerhaps they never will. |
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