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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ W. X9 B* h3 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% r6 _3 h8 m& `- h- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: J. `# G) ?* O9 ]+ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ^6 ?9 R8 p8 D$ F2 Q8 ?/ DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 E, J4 ?6 ~0 D% N O% H0 c
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 y, d1 J* Y& z; X
How you tried to set them free, 7 X. U( t! N8 l! R0 F. i( v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% }1 ^ j, X3 q* {3 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . L/ z6 [7 L! d2 J J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E/ J, Q6 t5 q) M6 v2 u& VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' m( M$ n* A/ iWeathered 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,
* b, E) g( s+ x& C4 G" f" _: R! PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" P* q3 Y- Q6 y; D: _4 _; |8 ]7 v1 ?$ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , R8 x& _3 N: d2 K
But I could have told you, Vincent, K/ `7 r& [, b# k; A, K0 I. _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 S* I: H! _' e6 b0 l- a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) O4 M0 @7 t* x* VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 g7 A" h' ^. O0 l. C O dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 P& t' N5 J9 N3 O& i
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,
1 b! d- I5 G, z/ X# e- DHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 W3 R& G$ p3 Y3 THow you tried to set them free,
" u. M8 R& A3 r* Q5 ?0 d# i. jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# n7 N7 O$ h5 K! s. B8 O& Y! NPerhaps they never will. |
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