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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - M7 B& |5 I' V* @4 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! U% t* u( _3 e/ ? B9 Y) g5 K/ d) pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* C: z; g9 `* Z/ K: ~) k# _3 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 G' g( F) v+ ]+ \4 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 C$ \" ?5 W9 U" a! d" u! @How you suffered for you sanity,
! `* @4 M( {+ l% Q! RHow you tried to set them free,
9 L+ H* `0 h/ h2 _; U/ w6 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) J) g x1 S! s: E \' q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: n7 @, M( t. e" `/ Q; @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# r4 B0 {' g* EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , r3 |; {5 H6 P) ], W# d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . l% [1 ]# q$ F+ g [2 Q5 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - T4 V. s5 z# i8 t0 ~) v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ g8 I; c$ M+ V+ t, x2 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ H7 ?4 ~: F" @, u* r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; T; }, J6 Z6 u4 d. z& f; L6 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% W& K# I4 ^) x p+ q8 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & I1 Q$ G# v; c! H4 w( W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ^1 `8 g+ b- E% B
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,
' B, t/ n% h+ m5 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
' k* g) p$ V/ E& N. J; qHow you tried to set them free,
" J+ o% A7 k/ u( [They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 n/ l2 F$ y0 _, @3 |/ D, n
Perhaps they never will. |
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