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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! I/ K6 S, a7 l5 C( l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 }& F/ f3 W1 K: @- d/ x$ u8 G4 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: D: k5 q+ e& n; \- P6 @( ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 k' E$ n: c: \) O0 F1 z5 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- X3 j: U8 K3 o! \; V: c$ W
How you suffered for you sanity, ) a1 {, A* i5 o# X% v
How you tried to set them free,
# l9 _6 m! u) T# iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 K/ F# \ e2 }" h- a3 q) }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 O6 s9 t! e+ A9 g1 X% o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. u5 [3 }' S% z. Z Z; `0 i$ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 l# u! ?% q z" s5 i! ^! aWeathered 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, : P% }. Q+ v% d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ W% t) _% C( S% x |; d4 K% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) v0 T) L, k) p/ w( n# FBut I could have told you, Vincent, & @" u- V) `2 C; L5 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ T2 r( E$ C7 Q* M5 W: s' ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % F, a/ x# J, G! r0 Z; U/ T; p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / U! b# v, o5 x5 l1 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 j0 C5 o" g# y+ ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 D4 O" Y) n- O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + l) }/ C3 r$ F9 @6 V# k
How you suffered for you sanity,7 A( e/ S- t5 q7 p0 k! s/ i% ^7 [
How you tried to set them free,
5 T8 G* o4 S: R* PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( d/ n6 q3 y9 J/ rPerhaps they never will. |
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