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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) x, {6 z; g( V1 l' j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( H; M: t0 Q& i2 D9 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 n' K) o% n6 o3 T- t% J: @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; u. _! m# u) W6 [. CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& T7 O: D m) j9 [& f2 ^How you suffered for you sanity, # g: z/ @! t6 f, ?; N
How you tried to set them free,
. | s- [) ` s2 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + g1 D" k% c( Q2 I4 H7 T- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) N) ^4 M0 O7 T, X9 N" w" r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 X' _" u' `+ X" m$ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 e4 s5 G7 ^, a1 |; M5 l8 O# |$ d! WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + d1 H. K% M, p7 j
. h4 r4 ?0 e1 c, A; sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 c ?+ b% O6 L+ H* y1 V8 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) J- c2 \# N5 h# yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 `) U) X7 j' q+ K& R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. n, V# }, x( ^- _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 V3 W B2 E5 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& m7 e# F! K7 G6 s6 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! L1 x! _% K: n- jThe 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,
; Q8 G8 N8 E- v9 W6 OHow you suffered for you sanity, a' H: o# W! z: c
How you tried to set them free, 5 y1 t$ d3 k6 e. k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 h/ c2 }- q3 xPerhaps they never will. |
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