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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 {7 ^& u( j; B7 y/ z! q! U' K# A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " I# X9 d) a5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 P0 o& f. b1 [7 q: JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* f0 G4 _' Y. LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 H c) g x$ J; G
How you suffered for you sanity, * ?! }& p4 {6 D" W" d. F- d0 I
How you tried to set them free, 5 ~4 n8 P }' n. B, t9 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " c* u1 g& ]3 j1 x& \; X2 ~% g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + j$ e9 ^0 Z: X8 _8 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 M+ E* C* W3 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ }3 {7 v: |. y- F" o6 NWeathered 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 E D! P& Q k* v$ C8 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ n& g' a' C! v' S( s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 g' j! k: [: F& X5 {" L/ [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- y1 C% e* k0 Y1 J" n' E4 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* W0 g. j7 Z: l) rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; u, l# h0 F: Y- u; i0 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ _. S2 e! @: I" x- pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: p" B$ |8 l) c7 G0 K2 d2 ^( W6 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( o4 L$ [% k0 T/ q7 o, k
; A$ e" H3 p% }( C# D* u: [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % L b/ e0 _' p: |6 `; n6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ^$ U& Q- L, L- {
How you tried to set them free, 8 ]# B5 N, b" a" Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 v2 o' ]2 s! I5 {Perhaps they never will. |
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