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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + Q" \8 |4 n) U! O* w; e" K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % j2 o/ `9 x' L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 O) Y' P$ u3 H6 ^; ~6 ]/ `/ v- A/ @0 |5 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 w1 p% T+ { m5 g6 P# D2 Z4 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" h: j8 L( S( lHow you suffered for you sanity,
" @% v5 f& M K6 RHow you tried to set them free,
. ^( ^& Z" p, C* r. c) [$ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 W, z' d3 G* j/ XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ j3 E8 T3 J1 D _* \, pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 x/ T" f3 V3 F2 _8 {: s1 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, I3 x, f! n# U. QWeathered 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, - ~4 ~/ U5 y; N& m# F# a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 B$ u$ L. B9 S" ^. V: T$ o' IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ]4 Q# X9 k: [) d8 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 @, R& R% u5 {7 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' N8 w0 y4 m- F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 P$ E9 f2 D# n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 T# u5 h) M8 }) Z7 G& a2 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; w% p! f! u3 P& ]! q. N( V' @* [
The 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,
7 g& c! t7 e+ l1 F' O; oHow you suffered for you sanity,+ E' @: r! q9 n4 \* s; h! c2 D
How you tried to set them free,
" m7 b* ?* E; R" d" L9 a& E+ S/ ^- kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 j% s% V& V& C7 y2 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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