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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / F) Z2 |: P% R; q( v* C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ^ e% u. N B) C& @) N' Q' {0 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 }! |* A' Y" [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 W l. M) L* v4 }9 I: g GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 B& F) [- N! M2 V) }
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Q2 s1 E( ^1 t! h/ Q( q
How you tried to set them free, , I2 _# D6 ]7 p' V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , [$ Y3 U! o# L( {/ }8 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- {) B" i/ v" l; R+ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( E5 u+ {; @6 Z! F2 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 F+ A4 K) u( E# G! q, t6 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 E1 u0 P! ^! S* ?# L% ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 r- V6 `5 j% z0 f" A/ g. f3 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; A: L) l+ w9 I ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 f4 d+ H4 w, p- k: D [! N! \5 v8 G% ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 t4 B B K9 u5 L$ E" a X/ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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D2 A I, p& _- KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ u9 g% \, ^6 h$ ~7 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ~$ l6 U$ S0 y7 f4 j* R+ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . a7 B. w2 e) V( m3 [+ b- N& {
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,
& M6 ^& p. P b& k9 |# `4 {6 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
- E# o2 D! l2 c) x6 MHow you tried to set them free, % J) C; Y( p3 r3 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, # o7 q% v! I5 D8 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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