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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # I; }. V# X' J8 e9 d: L5 b9 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 R, T1 G9 M; L( T# i; AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ t# g/ c9 n* X. _8 f, F5 R3 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 [% S, D! p+ o& }5 l+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 u8 _' `3 N3 Z" T/ n# y; |1 dHow you suffered for you sanity, ' p& c7 f, c7 d/ R# ]. L
How you tried to set them free, $ T2 @! K3 I8 _9 A( X+ y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 y" T- J/ q, D F4 L' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' H- @) o7 S3 k9 q# p9 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 F1 m/ x: U, X' d% a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " k' V( h+ R- r9 l" z/ l
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,
h& ^* b' |8 S& \- MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . U" }; s$ |* ~- z+ r( {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' K3 a4 ]" R+ O* t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ D4 P5 m* S* w+ ]2 l* C4 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 j+ N: T# \# r2 E; p: ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) k, `6 D8 b @4 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ y) {. G. `& A4 Y* M8 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, T/ Z* x& _: D9 g" Z" j Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# x8 U. {; t& K. dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 Y' Y% }& S7 x1 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
- \9 J: `; e2 C |) Q) F5 jHow you tried to set them free,
0 `5 k7 h7 ~; m/ `% YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- x v. k* D8 ^3 @$ G5 U6 xPerhaps they never will. |
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