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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 J; }) F7 [/ V% z$ X1 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 Z: d5 Q1 V& r P6 l7 A6 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' Y4 {8 v; v8 u/ V5 f8 z+ T' Z! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' U2 A+ o6 i4 I7 C0 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# y3 N! K% p+ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
t* ^: L' O! k0 M$ o N* gHow you tried to set them free, - `$ }, H9 V: A9 T" I4 x2 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 r. N+ X0 o6 g. x6 G3 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " y& j/ w1 W. [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 @- [( m+ h2 L- P. B8 f% nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' @8 L8 j$ c. K& J7 e' V ^3 k" I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : I1 d2 i4 j) z8 T7 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ c& I" R9 N; s5 u J9 q' UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 W; F- O; J# {$ ]3 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- @, A; r( M+ t+ W2 \. ^5 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 T* W9 ~. A" [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " W M3 J2 i- W5 ~9 }: |1 f$ g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 A, A# U/ s0 ^% E9 E; cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% }% N1 {7 z: d- BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ }# t* X3 k0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 r$ Q* h% e5 B3 Y% v1 H( I
How you suffered for you sanity,# E; h) j5 e8 l2 r$ i; }5 F
How you tried to set them free,
+ r6 f6 _/ X8 a# fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 D( u( x/ t! `! _8 sPerhaps they never will. |
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