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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, B5 D" ]4 S* U( s. xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 t7 h; }0 n. F4 \4 G4 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
l7 d, c/ p2 O' I( }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : j% w! \7 S5 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; I3 M5 N5 O S& a2 G3 C1 b& Q: I
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 m1 m: p# m- U4 S3 a) S9 E4 z/ p
How you tried to set them free, + X8 X, Z; k* ^% C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # x5 D: I2 D+ ^: p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 q+ H, E+ \% ?; QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; L9 |# S9 \3 I6 F1 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : `$ o7 D. f6 o! Q' b" M2 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; i3 n+ r/ f6 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( I& H) W: P3 ]5 t5 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; S" w) v" n) b/ ]2 d0 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 N8 W9 Q% w1 k& h2 R6 y
But I could have told you, Vincent, , O8 b8 r2 b1 {( B# v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " \7 I# z: L5 C; M! T9 G2 X9 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 M$ c- E$ [ o" M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 x1 \) O3 s. }9 {& G: Z2 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 j3 U d t! l" C) aHow you suffered for you sanity,# a% l' D, U# B# n
How you tried to set them free,
/ A& f/ H- P) o5 ?1 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ l& F+ F9 ]3 V3 P/ L
Perhaps they never will. |
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