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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % R. R' n& ?9 \" v# A+ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 i: X! b t# Y* j4 w/ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% m5 I8 C+ O* D' z* [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ?" {& z3 w( n. P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: Z) M3 y' A5 ?+ j8 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 H1 i0 b$ e- g
How you tried to set them free,
! x Y$ ~9 r W/ D/ v; fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 D7 t: S0 R3 _6 Y/ w' C8 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 V# i, N( c7 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; T& ? N# `- [( SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% z0 s. w5 ^2 U5 |, b" c g# ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 i4 I# K. R: b3 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* t' V) P( {0 _7 ^* Q$ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ u5 b8 [2 n- L; ?6 w9 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, t9 \& ~6 b5 C# \3 C, Q5 U7 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, : E* D% ?) q: \, E! J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 a6 y) N. D, {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 _+ m% m* A7 o5 L& M( |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ^ O* e( J+ c, \2 v( l# i9 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 Y; Y5 U2 s9 |) aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' I" h5 w8 ?5 w- y" [, a" DHow you suffered for you sanity,( i6 @$ j% d; Q8 ]
How you tried to set them free, 7 I& [4 z. \$ g% }, x- ?4 U2 _+ [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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