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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 c* T( J+ i ]% @. Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ^. d0 D7 d' a2 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- f+ [% ?! n! RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
m: Q3 R, g- D( _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 H- o- h4 P" V/ c _- W
How you suffered for you sanity,
- R& i! Q a! z" x* h, RHow you tried to set them free,
& L- f* {$ S. b0 Q' a3 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " N$ x. b' g( r6 W# Y4 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, P m" a" ^- ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, \5 J1 R4 I; q2 n7 A; Q; IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# Y2 f; W/ x7 @3 ?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,
& ? L% \; p9 S: Q- p2 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 u! s7 U' n/ B' J- B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( z; ]+ }+ s: p# j2 F' m6 b! {' @
But I could have told you, Vincent, . W3 T0 A( r! x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 w& [$ |+ C' L t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 m W3 G% N9 f) eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. C4 @0 S9 m yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: D6 c0 j2 }2 t% e& c5 `% bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 l& `- y* G% J+ [( r: m( C8 c$ S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " O7 T& v& w/ f! I/ t2 B% m
How you suffered for you sanity,' D; T2 x0 g# a, w8 [
How you tried to set them free,
1 o$ Y+ V( d; q6 i WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 z8 `; g" ^ i3 \Perhaps they never will. |
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