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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 O' B; b; X* j( P$ {: |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % g5 P& q: R; L1 M- ^6 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' |$ t$ e( G. x4 G P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " E2 r7 g( e" H6 X& @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; t/ w- G) a# [7 Q3 h7 Q7 p. p3 b' JHow you suffered for you sanity, ! f- f. q) m! s
How you tried to set them free, / v% p' l5 o% R+ F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 g7 [4 N6 y* |$ o( G4 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # _7 X+ Z% M& h$ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ]# O a) y t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, [$ @/ R( C4 v4 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* v3 r, `8 j* l% w/ WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) U% D Z# {3 M/ I5 m8 W# P6 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 W& [: n( P/ d7 A2 J' s! yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ^7 D+ [0 b/ ~4 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% R _ B9 B. o8 |; ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 h& t [1 S. [( Q/ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! k7 v/ `5 s ]. p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 T2 f+ ?+ D( _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 y3 u# |" o) _+ [# c
* N/ c; y& K# {3 f2 |% {: Z, TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 @! o; ]2 F h. Z9 @0 E0 }: `% ^5 k0 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
' z% g* C `! j) |+ U YHow you tried to set them free, ; [6 S* I4 o$ ~) j4 X6 {( E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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