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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * U! f: n% p7 _7 d9 @! A' }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ?- E. u3 r1 u' o! m7 k+ @& B) e" G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, A" F# t/ H2 ?% j0 Y6 @6 a6 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" e; k2 ?: q! N4 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. s+ y% l! y, p, ~3 _) ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
, R5 @) q% u. X4 M, ~How you tried to set them free, ; V& S! T$ O M/ p0 h' K8 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 u8 ^5 n: v6 _: S5 b* w2 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, N5 v8 }/ _3 @8 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( N2 K& m2 O J! V3 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( f% ?3 Q8 K. u+ _6 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 C: J& k3 F7 ]- O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 |& b+ m0 _( ~7 [* g z& O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 h. E0 ^6 V) X# q" G5 M7 C! Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 `% A: P9 C4 l: k: A2 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ f! y5 X+ Z* z; Y8 O% N) `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 I+ R% i K- q# i8 }$ {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& d' f+ ?+ q- q- R1 Q2 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 H& \7 S4 X( f7 v2 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 }# }1 O8 \& ^( W1 i- Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 J6 \# I: h8 w2 A" ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' }7 @& W2 \$ }1 O/ n8 K* W ]How you suffered for you sanity,; I9 Y2 e' }/ @) U/ Z# s$ D7 T6 ]
How you tried to set them free,
' M+ l) e7 W `2 U8 F" zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 G; n0 P6 c% \
Perhaps they never will. |
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