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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ x' T" G3 m$ q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' x6 p2 ]( E' |) _' N2 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. @0 I2 C7 ^2 p! Q* ~6 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Y4 a* U8 z6 a) k# PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ T3 Z5 D& x) G: I( f7 ^8 {4 fHow you suffered for you sanity, ) Y0 Y& b2 o9 u' c) G, l
How you tried to set them free, - ^: [7 t1 U2 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 E( [; d0 Q9 U0 J3 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % D% a) S$ M( x9 X* x' I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 O. |+ U: c: s9 ?+ k( y: jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 x; j- J' N$ f; hWeathered 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,
. G0 `; i4 {* x$ M" K8 I' X9 Z2 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 l* ~7 u, A& H7 |* R" a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 j9 D* o9 |) {4 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 a! _: ~0 O6 ~% n' B/ v: D- y, a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 C: t& w. y1 i0 R: a- Y4 B% {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " p) n9 U: E) }9 O2 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' z# F2 a4 O# q! T4 Q& T8 \9 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ~* R& H( q5 A p; w, ^8 q6 o+ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- v3 R& i; I4 ]. N BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 _, ` ^5 U( {9 @How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^) T* ~8 P& m: t# V3 O& _How you tried to set them free,
& U. w' z2 F. O+ X! `8 O% R9 aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 }5 R$ c# a. A& }! N! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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