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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 U8 T) {1 l# y( ] ]5 H6 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 d' M2 J# s9 U# _2 i9 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& |+ Q5 B3 \- \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 I7 ]! t1 T( F( P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 L" ^7 ^5 N/ MHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 M. Z9 n' X. E& S, ^' S9 r) _How you tried to set them free, ! r+ a2 S7 {6 v! u$ h9 ^" Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 X( d% L8 x7 R/ i- M% E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; U6 P3 y( h2 m+ r2 ?2 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 v. M: h3 s5 |- i a3 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) B9 B5 h, r7 a. ^% D) ]
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, ( c9 p# [8 W" \# k; a* R0 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" C( R' l3 s" ?# Z$ j# \; YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, W4 [. `( U) TBut I could have told you, Vincent, # \5 J, ~4 e4 B6 r N2 q& a) d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; B* L Z# ^; r7 @: ~" L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + G% I \) Z' \, L% {3 n* C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 S7 [/ b. M+ w4 `8 s2 N# e: U# mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 B$ E H2 f+ [( A% v0 EThe 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,
7 K. g) C7 x3 R$ c2 k0 i& E3 n" KHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 X0 Q% J$ _6 l7 v3 `' ?) Y$ {How you tried to set them free,
* u: m! [, ^5 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! k* x$ G6 T2 `5 b0 B0 SPerhaps they never will. |
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