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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ l3 m _1 A( d- o& JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ]! j5 K* x( e Y) ^, C/ l1 W4 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. J7 r5 d; P7 {" F" @; s% t$ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' W/ ?6 ?+ l$ t0 M4 u4 A7 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; ~! ~/ Z3 Q; [% l5 J+ XHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ L0 q* i, u" a$ Z; hHow you tried to set them free, % x$ b% l# L- i. q- ~) d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 q m0 f v1 g+ y OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! y7 k' b( H( L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 j/ O. r. y6 ^6 E; ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # H; ~+ m H0 h- x9 w6 X) z
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,
" @% M2 B _3 Y0 s' nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, o' h" l) l+ @- s5 U0 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 h5 b4 N `, x/ l% b& g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. \* \+ T- ?+ n& BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. {1 r% x" \1 c0 r# Q9 H
9 z! D- k9 G5 T: tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 E8 T% [- |9 J* B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ {" L0 |/ V* H" Q$ ~: W9 t% ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + [* o6 J9 L/ R/ B5 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 k7 ~2 _, P8 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ]1 ?0 j8 k% s5 C
How you suffered for you sanity,/ P$ U. g6 t7 P" B1 |: P/ F+ ^
How you tried to set them free,
$ f) \; o+ v7 m% n( I- b1 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ X5 M4 o" y2 dPerhaps they never will. |
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