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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : E! C! B) r* [% s1 N4 K- K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / k" H" C! Y6 Z. |0 e4 E) B C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' t/ F; M T: E4 i; f7 g3 E; HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: \2 `+ |# t: o/ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& A% Q# g2 y" i+ P% ?, Q5 _, @
How you suffered for you sanity,
" c- S- d% s' p# h t8 A s6 H' t# EHow you tried to set them free,
- R1 G# y. [2 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ m3 M9 V; J* O5 g A1 y, F q3 A* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 L$ S7 H! t7 ^3 h8 W& L9 b) _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, A1 Q6 E, i+ }. G* l: P7 f9 t% @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: z# {" T3 f! J" P4 x: fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, W$ L$ J1 ]( u$ f) P* r( GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ^) z! i! j% g- u( V% n& J% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ {. D7 ^2 d* S/ p! \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 {; {9 s5 N% h; n' u5 g
But I could have told you, Vincent, & R* { G5 q7 ~; u+ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ `6 P# U) b1 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* @- X) c4 `7 x; l6 D6 A$ }# y2 ~ ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 Q7 C% m( m5 M( \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 ^2 k0 s o( b! F9 H2 }' wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( l( G3 L. A2 G/ a' D6 v" t; `3 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ M" T! a6 ?" N# }+ l; YHow you tried to set them free, 7 Z ^; Z2 E: L" v& t. Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, " _) X2 [/ ^+ U$ J
Perhaps they never will. |
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