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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ^2 y- c; X4 Y7 g/ I' m& Q2 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : w) }/ C Z& P! s; X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, v/ |) B2 b7 @9 t" _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. b+ V! y$ @% ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ?8 u$ g/ O2 l5 P0 l' h3 V& zHow you suffered for you sanity,
- e) L) l4 r, jHow you tried to set them free, # p, ~& R! l9 @0 T7 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 l4 s! ]$ z) e: p4 A R) V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; [, V" w( O/ y, q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : M$ C& D7 Y3 G8 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 k9 i: x8 A7 N7 p
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,
+ z- C& ]7 C1 {, l) rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 u0 }. T* J0 @$ q2 V) d; HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " W8 k3 I# b0 U( J' ]: `& v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. S- e' S; [. ~. e3 v- KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 o2 A) e9 r) v8 O3 ~9 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' h! q9 j: C# [9 p1 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 o% k' z# F1 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Y1 ?) S3 M. n( }' n$ PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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q o1 m; W5 ?0 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ~; t# o* c. L* q) t) ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ d3 u# q8 O/ L3 g9 QHow you tried to set them free,
7 v# }. _& W3 N( t; K) ?3 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
; l7 Q6 d0 o* X8 ^7 l1 mPerhaps they never will. |
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