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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ?+ w& Q: H# a$ k9 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 b$ E, q& |6 ^4 I+ g9 T7 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 o0 Z2 Z2 i0 i. u7 p+ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - L9 [! f m: ]( t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ \9 G5 u9 |7 S
How you suffered for you sanity, / b& C/ k6 l9 L( A4 x, h% J
How you tried to set them free, ! y1 y" L) W; X/ V( A/ O+ c* B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' R4 B2 Z) c' A! ~7 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( A9 C% B! o7 J/ H& @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 h- t7 ?3 F Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 j1 J7 d; `/ W I8 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 s6 D7 h6 f% Z. ^7 ?' S: R! Z7 z9 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 S! }$ j" f7 z- o) F2 d* A2 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & G* s! B. ?! A# ?+ J* F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' |) v1 I2 y8 u' g5 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, , E, b) D1 S0 `. H- ]/ t6 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ u$ d) j. a- p) W; E1 c6 _ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- U1 g7 ?& Y) v4 I5 k8 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( y. C, i( }; m+ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% |/ R U+ f0 m0 n7 C, U* GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 o" s7 m% y& cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 \7 |$ P# O7 \+ K1 m" bHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ M/ L% `. g( B8 [* VHow you tried to set them free, ) P" Z0 _% j7 E2 f+ x& H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* q4 ?; p6 g8 D5 FPerhaps they never will. |
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