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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 N* p3 b; m8 Z+ r r1 m( w; U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ X) Q6 }) X( _6 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 v. q& R# M; ^$ }; u2 Y7 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& {6 d6 c8 y& l' T4 I; k5 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
}6 \2 w3 A4 h: v* GHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ c8 u& S& ]9 a1 k) n. c2 zHow you tried to set them free, 8 @' n/ u' ^' _$ n6 C% Y a* @" I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 |' ?$ m: x2 i4 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# m& g( j- m9 h) D' u. C3 d; G9 m$ p& }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & t) u% x4 j$ ]" Z* B. [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & o/ ^) @3 ^; K8 B8 z5 o5 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 d K4 I/ @5 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % l6 E7 `, c, ]4 N- g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % |' i6 {! e1 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' d* ~, ~. w7 w N1 `$ _; _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& W* B, n! V/ C! lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 _8 m7 ?2 }7 e* J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 b. m- m4 z. W1 l/ yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' U j0 g( {2 P! p, G! {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - S* r3 N" g4 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, [8 J; ^$ l# G. l! ^( b
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 `+ D' F+ v& L7 s. b5 uHow you tried to set them free,
$ U! [# ]# w w% c1 j) NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 f9 g% H$ W" H/ y7 kPerhaps they never will. |
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