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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " d' ~' v9 |; v; l( U6 i' z7 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' s4 N0 t V, z0 O% W. ]( t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, `5 _- G1 g+ g: D* ? ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" k: b% k6 J8 F# ]: S2 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 W0 f" G/ g! f% W) |! h
How you suffered for you sanity, % H0 j4 A; G; }! O$ u* e$ T
How you tried to set them free,
2 c0 p& ?! E* w- @. ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' R% \5 \' ^8 z+ U* L( H' x( XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \. O- w7 \/ ~# V) } ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 y7 y' V5 W5 r6 Z3 d+ F, G0 y) v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' _0 b$ k7 f& c' H& Z$ H+ y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 `' c: _5 V+ E S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 H3 b/ r+ u- \! u: h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - M; k; J, l# l' Y7 S( Z' k8 o& k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; J' P, c" S" G- VBut I could have told you, Vincent, T$ K7 w( U3 ^6 R" {3 j/ U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; r9 a! B1 q* g8 q6 Y4 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, e% [4 R* S% sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : `, m$ c; E6 L2 j3 n; M% B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
p" X' ~$ F2 A1 }% ^3 Q. u1 C8 \6 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! R* F: I' O9 k8 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! A- r t% p! k. C
How you suffered for you sanity,
. A8 ?' n+ q% \% Y8 E8 e& N$ |8 zHow you tried to set them free,
( x2 @ J9 w$ gThey would not listen they're not listening still, : o8 l0 m9 N% d' c. B$ {2 |5 v; S
Perhaps they never will. |
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