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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
R4 C1 s6 a V% n0 T( aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. l5 J8 l) X" I+ L A. d8 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: k% c" b8 s# B/ U& Q+ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 Z4 \) ?" f! p( e- sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, b9 t1 l) w0 g8 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 |% |# _4 V$ z( [) a' }1 h+ J; m
How you tried to set them free, 1 H$ e) V& F1 [# I& c6 K! Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' A$ p7 r9 g2 N' O: j; PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % v0 u: y$ A* A# R& H8 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- c) P0 z U; s1 ?: Z2 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
u v) }- a% A" R0 e3 z' A4 `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,
, ^& K8 u4 k0 t3 g( JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 x) A! n# i" t% gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) y" R( F: Q; d/ I' O7 d% MBut I could have told you, Vincent, : Z' G* w( _0 @6 m' q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 E2 S4 T: I" M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ~' W5 j# C" Z# o2 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 H. V+ H- n4 m( H+ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 M$ b* n2 f6 q* J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" T* e% ?' g4 ^' Z. R% [% o3 M; DHow you suffered for you sanity,' b! ]6 T! Z2 d- A5 R. B
How you tried to set them free,
; N; I5 O7 F4 U! Y" VThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' @- _+ J% b9 y5 Y" i
Perhaps they never will. |
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