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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ` d! i+ w _$ o4 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N: z% `$ r8 Q; L, s1 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Q$ A5 G- [3 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* v: l6 @3 v* z+ T0 ]9 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* l, k/ }7 _- F# aHow you suffered for you sanity, , n% i6 s$ N* j2 S( \4 T/ l
How you tried to set them free, . K, _/ a5 K) P, {5 @" j5 W; h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 J, I2 Z0 `% eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ]1 H! z: W) a$ t2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Y; ?8 M. ~2 R0 m( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 B6 c Q4 B: w0 ]' D. C
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,
2 c; D! A2 f) r' {; t* j5 _# S) RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# K7 i/ b2 z! zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- S: s" ]& y, I0 `7 Y8 T4 \But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 v; j. S; }0 r- x. [) G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 s2 o, }5 F7 c7 g# m$ M6 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 V. e0 k" b0 p; L3 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / c$ V. t9 q3 U6 ^3 `. x2 H. L
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, - O# O$ t" q( @3 a* l6 [$ ^2 _3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,1 c9 A% `- L5 h# R/ U! E7 @
How you tried to set them free, # n* K; n" r, C. c a3 |, `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 _- c' W. ?2 L+ t1 X2 q' G
Perhaps they never will. |
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