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1 Z& _% U# J$ n" R% w0 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + s5 Y! T7 C7 j* m4 v- R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, Y7 _& J6 S- i7 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 f1 a9 x& d( \+ y) @5 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 B" g& g$ d4 m! MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% H% v$ x# f. [& D5 X, u' [: FHow you suffered for you sanity, : Y2 u" a$ Q0 K' v5 J. k, V
How you tried to set them free, ! Y/ \! F4 Y, @2 L8 v N" ?* b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 w. A! }) A% m# ~2 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ A9 t! [0 H5 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Z7 q; Z U+ [' t! p0 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( D1 Z: K7 I1 J. j- c' X9 A
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,
" a6 h; s* b& T& X6 L; `. `5 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ `$ I3 v/ q& ]+ _/ M& v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 T8 d" ]8 M5 P! w# m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 i4 }9 Y+ k$ b& T$ M# j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ?: c# m s) V* s" h0 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; Z0 o& V- C- S7 [* c9 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ M) M, m7 p, T3 H$ B! J( ~8 u% I4 b# FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, P. c7 D6 e* S* T& [8 l) C/ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" z4 N- T3 x. `! oHow you suffered for you sanity,
! s6 v: I1 _2 z# L+ {: ~' `- DHow you tried to set them free,
$ |! z5 }# D( M2 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 S/ T6 `% u9 T' o( G5 E8 ePerhaps they never will. |
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