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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ d* |) ]0 ]% Q( j, D0 e5 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ~9 `* u) I! R! JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 u! J. \+ T% e) Y/ qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" f' B7 b7 A% S* S6 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ u. {5 g3 L9 W* A9 g$ t8 m; M
How you suffered for you sanity, ) w: _; `3 O$ H: d
How you tried to set them free, ( F _6 ~# D# s4 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, j3 \4 A8 N% \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' q( d# I5 o5 P4 X1 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 r) {4 g1 D* ^0 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% V- \/ g2 J3 O: ]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,
6 d8 {8 t4 ^# o: }3 ?) HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Y8 ]4 k; l% s4 k' |) c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( p) ~1 ?/ g. u* t/ H* v; s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% v+ c2 B) E. v! x1 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) l9 n8 T# `3 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ {& ^6 p, i% lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% E4 z/ b& Y; X. B' f ?/ WThe 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, 2 v1 V3 d/ ~4 y" g, H9 t: Q) _. [
How you suffered for you sanity,
- v9 f/ r/ l% A7 w. m. q; pHow you tried to set them free,
8 U8 c$ o" E1 e g5 P, p0 ]! oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 W/ w+ R5 D* C r# _$ p0 Z' O
Perhaps they never will. |
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