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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 m' c6 W1 c+ ]+ u$ N! k `, p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 @& }+ p. A; R( t$ b* Q1 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# b* ?) a t0 k* Y9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 y9 {$ R9 I1 `7 C4 c6 u0 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ S1 g5 E# B$ i& i
How you suffered for you sanity, ' c1 M5 d+ m. s& q9 C
How you tried to set them free, % [0 b8 e( h. d& [; {( D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: S! K& A8 l2 V0 p; V zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Y: j/ _2 { r* F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ^. |" ]- O2 b; YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 O' Q7 x5 h6 a" I0 a; l# dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 v% A4 H1 v r* c* z6 m u9 G z0 @0 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! f. z! J! T" _5 n6 I6 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % N& G8 j$ l, w$ V4 C% Y- c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 `% P1 l3 c8 u0 U; c; _( Y; HBut I could have told you, Vincent, + J( W$ ]& p$ Q% J. ?+ G$ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) O6 z I" p( I! {0 J1 m+ p) T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % Q0 j) |) s3 D' ]6 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& ~$ {5 g! P* [! F* ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 r7 ?' w0 [/ \. S* fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * h& g- ~6 m+ `' |0 N
. N% C; ?8 L" x& X1 d+ ~# r7 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 Q' z i8 J) @$ S! p8 f& zHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 B! l! Q( S1 N3 a) }# I: SHow you tried to set them free,
- Q( D. S$ ~. d" WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 m' x, ]" ]5 u2 yPerhaps they never will. |
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