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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % K4 @) @( Z+ h1 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) E5 d) v: `/ C) T6 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 L, j: _/ e5 d9 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 l6 h( T3 K+ F& `& s) E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; x ~" @: z& cHow you suffered for you sanity, ! s% W8 V4 L% M, @5 c
How you tried to set them free, * J" z# g4 }% Z' B9 Z, t% n t* k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; Q# T! j3 o1 s2 V: f/ `1 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! U( P: D! i* `) W9 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - u) x: V& T0 R7 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 ]: \6 x0 ?7 f, x
Weathered 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,
+ g. S: }2 W) O- DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 _% P6 x( E; o5 G5 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 R) I* g3 Z k: D9 J9 x3 `" ?) C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) e* _( ?! F8 L% |& N3 T6 Y/ x, H W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / f; G0 ~8 M0 I( W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & t; V: p$ g9 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% S! i4 ^% o9 c2 D. b4 Z M# JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% a* k. V5 K9 r% PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 P# ^3 O! p, V( uHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 }. S+ P7 b0 c% qHow you tried to set them free,
' Q) z. W6 X: _8 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' `% _5 a' ^4 L1 l G0 pPerhaps they never will. |
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