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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! j G& x( Z2 c# l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - e9 n6 [- d- D! Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 p+ s: M2 G% \3 o! Q5 s" Q% M7 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! _- X$ }9 o& X, B. Y) x+ W' bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 c7 H/ n' l% |
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^' P4 Z7 V1 ?/ ~# |1 [% e7 U1 _, wHow you tried to set them free,
% O: `' X" u1 U1 f* ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# v2 Y3 E# h9 {4 I" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : V6 Q( g9 r' M( D8 c2 _9 U7 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 F+ d" l3 w/ K) dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z7 d, {) |; w% q9 }3 x
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,
$ Q) |# P6 g' ^7 ]5 [9 b9 l- l- LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; W1 ]: j+ y7 \0 d6 p+ P2 r$ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 J9 t' R) P3 w2 G# B/ ], r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Y: w- W+ @- i( j/ d$ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! G, a& A, }& l: ]* s3 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , [+ p6 X" m! X! a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . G* h' T, ?2 z, g1 {" E/ @2 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 Q. S- d6 i+ }5 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & Z2 |' F: `( f" F
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ~8 [% M! a1 {How you tried to set them free,
: j0 H7 _# [: v# A+ m2 V& rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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